A Picture
pandora
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"a picture is worth a thousand words"
Ever since I was a little girl I have loved pictures. They are the spark to light the imagination.
Today is special, a new picture book lay open on my lap,
sitting crosslegged in the tall grass, it tickles my legs.
The warm breeze moves my wispy blonde hair as I turn each new page with anticipation.
I run my hand over the never before touched pages, precious to me.
With each turn I smell the fresh ink and feel the paper glossy, cool and smooth.
And the pictures, resting there under my hand, are beautiful. To beautiful to be real.
Every color of the rainbow, my eyes widen with the magic of each page.
These pictures tell a story, they are pictures to believe in.
Pictures to get lost in. Pictures to find myself in.
Down the street the kids are playing "statue maker"
spin spin spin, fall to the ground, guess what I am?
I can hear them laughing as someone is touched and must perform the secret of who they are.
Crawling, barking, a graceful tip toe dance, a master chef whipping up a meal for the king.
The King.
A world of pretend, not unlike my picture book.
Looking deeply now in this picture, take me to another world, please.
A world where clouds pour a river of morning tea
where hills roll in green stripes
and butterflies enjoy a moss covered rock with me.
I will smell the fresh minted apple, taste the warm lemon on my lips.
I will hear the clear water rushing, winding its way through the rocks,
on its way to no where.
I will for a moment live, get lost and find myself there,
in my imagination.
Ever since I was a little girl I have loved pictures. They are the spark to light the imagination.
Today is special, a new picture book lay open on my lap,
sitting crosslegged in the tall grass, it tickles my legs.
The warm breeze moves my wispy blonde hair as I turn each new page with anticipation.
I run my hand over the never before touched pages, precious to me.
With each turn I smell the fresh ink and feel the paper glossy, cool and smooth.
And the pictures, resting there under my hand, are beautiful. To beautiful to be real.
Every color of the rainbow, my eyes widen with the magic of each page.
These pictures tell a story, they are pictures to believe in.
Pictures to get lost in. Pictures to find myself in.
Down the street the kids are playing "statue maker"
spin spin spin, fall to the ground, guess what I am?
I can hear them laughing as someone is touched and must perform the secret of who they are.
Crawling, barking, a graceful tip toe dance, a master chef whipping up a meal for the king.
The King.
A world of pretend, not unlike my picture book.
Looking deeply now in this picture, take me to another world, please.
A world where clouds pour a river of morning tea
where hills roll in green stripes
and butterflies enjoy a moss covered rock with me.
I will smell the fresh minted apple, taste the warm lemon on my lips.
I will hear the clear water rushing, winding its way through the rocks,
on its way to no where.
I will for a moment live, get lost and find myself there,
in my imagination.
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Comments
I always enjoy the descriptions in your posts. They always make me smile and day-dream.
Thank you sweet lady.
I love tea or lemonade or anything "spiked" in lovely tea cups would be great !!!!
that reminds me Its Friday!!! Happy Friday to you!