Let's climb up to the tree house
or lay on our backs in the grass
Watch for fairies to form in the clouds
whisper as they pass
We could talk about an elephant's eyes
and why they look so sad
Do they droop from the weight of his wrinkles
or does he really feel that bad
We miht ponder if we stood real close
if his tears from that lofty height
would give us a good enough shower
that we could skip our bath tonight
We could talk about just what an artichoke is
how you eat it...how it grows
How would a chocolate covered cricket taste
and can you really eat a rose
We could plan a trip to Katmandu
if we could find it on the map
Does it really rain cats and dogs there
do their fleas ever need to nap
We could talk about a bagillion things
with no need to speak a word
It's the magic between special friends...
that silent words are heard
Anna
Regis
Wonderful writing, Pat.
Happy new year!
-=ra=-
Peace,
Dayvid
Namaste
Be always safe,
Karen
Ron
This is a delight, a sheer delight - witty, imaginative and very well written. As Christine says, I could linger here all day.
This I save.
John
Dick King
PS Guess I’ve just been missing your posts because it appears as though there have been a number of them since I last spoke to you, Still, it seems like it’s been a long time. I'll try to do better.
Connie
This is a beautifully expressed message.
Be well,
Christine