Friday, April 19, 2013

Poetry Friday - Boots

I have a poem!  I have a poem!





Songs Rarely Known

She was born with her rainboots on
and wandered out from the womb
never glancing back.
She tromped through the milestones
and splashed the delight of her mother
with brown and oozing mud.
She collected forest trinkets to line her
seasons with.
But every now and then
she staid her feet to lay in breezes
and play stare with time.
She always won.
She sang, but never to the birds
and never with the sweetest voice that grew
from an acorn to an oak.
She sang off-key the songs rarely known
leaving the creatures in her wake
but she didn't mind,
she sang to the stars as
they leaned in closer and strained to catch
the call of this wild thing crowned in matted hair,
laced with fallen leaves.



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1 comment:

meno said...

Dear god, you are so cute. It is always so good to see/hear you.

I admire and am envious of your words. They are so clever and evocative.

Carry on.