Tuesday, September 1, 2009

small





small
is what i want to be
easily hidden in the
pocket of a poet
a merry wanderer
along for the ride
the thrill of
hearing
magical words
spoken in sing song rhyme
seeing the lovely dale
as we top the softly
rising hill
stopping for a
simple meal
of hard bread
and cheese
an apple
snapped from
the bough of
a pregnant tree
sated with
food and fresh air
napping in the sun
a ballad spun
from the tongue
of my oh-so-clever
companion
who views the world
as his
without
ever feeling
small





7 comments:

steviewren said...

Love the poem and the images. That last one looking into the bottle of coins is great.

Joanna said...

Nice combination of words and images Julie. I love the photo of the spider.

Carol B. said...

Julie! Your words, as well as your images, are beautiful!

Suzanne MacCrone said...

Hey Julie,

Stop by my blog for a little surprise...

Ciao,
Suzanne

willow said...

Brilliant shots, Julie. I think I like the one with the coins the best. The spider is gorgeous!!

Debbie Egizio said...

I love this post! Your poem and images are fabulous!!

cindy said...

i've missed your lovely poetry and it suits your equally lovely photos very well.