“……and suddenly we heard singing!”
And, now, dear friends and fellow travelers, we watch,we swatch,
Sturdy loving critterly folk make their rugged way o’er water and rock
Ever looking up, ever guided by the Winged Ones, in quest so splotch
With bramble and thorn and glitter and song of wind with heart to stock.
Let us now hold back and listen so still in thrill at climb up a notch
In trail under Wing and Bill shone next ray of Light none could mock.
“Be quietsy, ye ol’ Stumpy Woman, no snortsing of Bush Nose do make;
“For weuns do stretch heartstring to hear sweetsie note by yon lake:”
Thus did friends and critters all did rest with all steps did forsake
To listen and watch and stretch their souls out to veriest edge of calm take.
Toes whispering in the grass,
Fingers whispering the honeysuckle
Tongue whispering in the ice,
Lips whispering in the search.
Windy sun chasing joy;
Tossing branches weaving birds.
Purple perfume smoothing steps;
Dewdropping grasses washing minds.
Chirping birds, chipping old stump.
Rustling grasses, flaking old skin.
Floating petals, drying bloom edges.
“The least, the least!” cried Old Crow.
“Ne’er forget the least,” scraped Grasshopper.
She pondered, “All these berries be enough?”
And so did friends find battered Lil Child
‘neath a poking bramble, near to fainting
And so did friends lift up bleeding Lil Child
bringing saved one to healing juice in painting.
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