I walk down the street
tripping on ivy
imagining peat
beneath my feet
all tangled in lichen
I think I like it
I think I miss it
I think it’s neat
When I was small I sat on tree roots
smelled the grass and picked at weeds
Laid myself back and looked at the sky
belonged to the world and felt complete
Fairies were there
magical beings
dwarfs and gnomes
when no one was home
no one to tell me
I should not be alone
never let me
catch a cold
Mountains were small hills
that I could walk
in one giant step
one giant leap
Highways were short roads
that I could run
if I felt lonely
or incomplete
The sun was there
in my sky
just for me
shining on me
and life was good then
I didn’t know
how else it could be
what else I could be
When I was small I sat on tree roots
smelled the grass and picked at weeds
Laid myself back and looked at the sky
belonged to the world and felt complete
(Cross-posted from prose by the lb)
Once Upon a Paradigm 
Lovely Saturday morning wake-up, Lis.
You know, I saw fairies just this past summer. Seriously.
🙂
A poem.
A poem in song.
Shoot.
A poem.
http://en.wikisource.org/wiki/The_Stolen_Child
A poem in song.
This is beautiful, Flower! The poem makes me think of ‘Where The Wild Things Are’.
Very nice and calming prose. Reminds me of the time time I would spend in the woods. But instead of fairs and gnomes, there were pirates and cowboys and knights. Guess it’s a guy thing. 🙂
Well, to be honest, after I saw ‘Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid’ in the movie theater I started playing cowboys myself. In fact, there was one very embarrassing day when I was in the woods behind my condo units in Connecticut and the boy who lived in a house in the cul-de-sac next door found me pretending to shoot a gun. He laughed at me and told me I was a nut. “Playing cowboys all by yourself? What, you don’t have any friends?”
Eventually we became friendly enough that he’d play with me and then his neighbors joined in. 🙂