The Straw Hat
The wind blew your gramma's hat
and it landed where you are; you put it on and smiled.
It will rain your mother's ring
which will fall in grass nearby;
admire it unbroken.
Rain will flood your father's boots
and sweep them in the general flood;
dork-like boats of leather!
It will dawn your childrens' smiles
when you garden, and they see
that funny straw hat,
that unbroken ring,
and hear you laugh at waterfalls
and rivers of your artifice!
pic: micmac
From my Peace-Weaving poetry blog ( link on right ->). I am a little early this week.
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