Tuesday, November 15, 2011

The Cricket

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

My friend Brian, designed an awesome art piece based on this poem. Then his mom-in-law quilted it.

Click here to see the artful phases to "The Cricket" Knot.

Click here to see more of Brian's Knots.


Below are images of the finals of "The Cricket."

Click here for more: The Cricket Knot by Brian Collis

Click here for more: The Cricket Quilt by Brian's mother-in-law

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