Tuesday, August 19, 2003
YOUNG GIRL
As I sit and watch the young girl with watering can in hand.
A vision flashes through my mind of a girl from a different land.
A land that is called fiction and the girl is on the book.
“In The Garden Of Good And Evil” on the cover, if you look
People called her the Bird Girl, her stone hands held the seed.
The birds flew in from everywhere to perch on them and feed.
My young girl does resemble her in that she too is made stone.
But the thing she feeds is my soul with peace when I sit alone.
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WISH OF A WANNA BE
I wish I were a painter that I might capture the colors of my world so when I’m old I can remember them. The green of the leaves, all the same color, on a tree in summer except for how the sun shines on them or the cool breeze sends ripples of shadows over them. White, fluffy animal shaped clouds hang peacefully in the multi-hues of blue in no hurry to leave my view. Yellow sun shines in the east but a half moon shows faintly in the west over the trees.