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
judithpiper

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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.

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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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