A cricket sat upon
My golden glasses' rim
He looked me in the eye
And I looked back at him
His eyes were big and round
One eyelid blinked a wink
I gazed at him and asked
"What is it that you think?"
He bobbed his head, stroked his legs
Playing a solemn tune
Then he answered wisely
Beneath the silver moon
"My life it may be short
Yet I work day and night
My melodies I play
With great purpose and delight
For those in wood and town
The two-legged creatures great
Reminding them that if I cease
They'll know it is too late."
He hopped right off my glasses
And sauntered to the trees
At night now when I hear him
I bow upon my knees
september 15, 2oo7
judithpiper
***
My friend Brian, designed an awesome art piece based on this poem.
Then his mom-in-law quilted it.
***
"The Cricket Knot"
2 comments:
I Love this!!! You are amazing & also enjoy the artist's interpretation of your lovely poem. You all inspire me!!
-April
Thanks April!
You are amazing and inspire me too!!
I love you!!
xoxo
~Carol :)
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