She’d have with her a stick
broken from a tree
She’d look all around until the right place she’d
see
Then down on her knees in the dirt road she’d go
Blond curls
shining, head bent low
And leaning forward she’d stretch out her
hand
To smooth and smooth and pat the sand
Then, pausing a
moment, her hands on her skirt
She’d take her stick and right there in
the dirt
In a wink, a flutter, all in plain sight
A cardinal! A
sparrow! Wings in flight!
With her strokes the birds awoke and
flew
With her laughter...my heart, so full, flew too
And above
her, among the limbs of the trees
Eyes of all nature, animals, birds
and bees
Watched in wonderment as this girl child drew
And drew and
drew and drew and drew
Time lost! Abandoned! Time standing
still
Creation came flying over stream and hill
There on the
mountain, knees on the ground
The swissssh of the wind the only
sound
With just a stick, a laugh, a magical hand
A miracle took
place right there in the sand
For her gift erupted and rose up on
high
To fly forever, winging, winging in the sky
Pastel Painting by Doreyl-
Available as Museum Quality
Limited Edition Prints-$20, Notecards-
$6,and Bookmarks-$3
