Up in a tree
Away from the others
That’s where you’d find me
Hiding from brothers.
Just a skinny little girl
Of five or six
Getting away from the world
And the neighbor kid’s tricks.
“You’ll break your arm!”
My mom would cry.
“Only if I fall!”
Was my confident reply.
Favorite of all was the little plum tree
That shaded the play yard
For my sister and me.
In the spring the blossoms would cover the branches
I’d climb even higher, taking my chances
Up to where the limbs were small
I’d shake them violently
And the petals would fall
Raining down flowers
I’d squeal “Here it comes!”
My mother would sigh
“We’ll never have plums.”
Looking down into the sky
Wisps of mist drifting by
Far above the clouds and sea
A couple things occur to me
What little we know of time and space
How irrelevant we are to this place
The source of power dwelling in our soul
Is all we need to make us whole
And yet daily we act in bitter scorn
As though it was for that we’re born
While in reality we are here to seek
To love, to learn, to serve the weak
If only we would clearly see
We could all live so peacefully
Like the child who at first cries
Is soothed by loving lullabies
To remember is our only task.
Who we are. We need only ask.
I’d like to draw a picture, but have no pencil, pen or ink
So there’ll be no lines or circles, just the thoughts I have to think
At the start there are his muscles that move him through the air
Flexing underneath a coat of chestnut colored hair
His eyes are like dark marbles staring back at you
And his ears twitch nervously as he gets a better view
He shakes his massive head and flicks his tail at flies
Pounds his hooves into the ground as round the ring he tries
To escape the man who’s got a whip that makes a cracking sound
(It won’t actually hurt him – it’s just to move him ‘round)
For today’s his day of training how to let a person ride
So the bridle is all ready and the saddle’s by his side
Freedom was much better and it’s there he’d like to stay
Running with the mustangs just like yesterday
He’ll have a different life now and will carry folks, of course
It’s not much of a drawing, just a picture of a horse.