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
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
6 comments:
Love the poem and the images. That last one looking into the bottle of coins is great.
Nice combination of words and images Julie. I love the photo of the spider.
Julie! Your words, as well as your images, are beautiful!
Hey Julie,
Stop by my blog for a little surprise...
Ciao,
Suzanne
Brilliant shots, Julie. I think I like the one with the coins the best. The spider is gorgeous!!
i've missed your lovely poetry and it suits your equally lovely photos very well.
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