Here’s a new poem for you all. No rhythm or rhyme; no form. Just words. Words make me happy. I hope they give you a bit of happiness today, also. I hope you feel inspired to sit outside in the grass for a while. And dream.
From my heart to yours,
Grass Fairy
Well as you get older the sitting on the grass becomes harder to do. One long way down and getting back up is a struggle and very ungracious.
But we do sit out on the deck and eat the birds and the clouds we are still young enough to try and see what forms we see it the clouds.
We seen a little boy sitting with hands on the dogs face nose to nose. Sometimes you see Whinny The Pooh, one time in Florida with my sisters we seen an Angel it was like Our mom was guiding us along.
Hahahahaha! Yes, it is getting harder for me to get up from the ground, for sure.
I love cloud watching! Little lady hasn’t done much of that yet, but it’s coming… 🙂
Living this again with my granddaughters. What a joy it is to see the world again through childlike eyes! Wonderful imagery here, as always, Sarah. Thank you for sharing your gifts to us!