A languid sky, a lazy breeze moved the cotton stalks rolling like an emerald sea, the crimson dirt warm between my toes. I stood in the middle of my pretend sea, my imagination open within itself creating my own world. A world I sometimes had to hide in quietly as not to be seen or heard.
Through the rays of the afternoon sun, I could see the pasture with a cool creek winding among several old oaks where a tire swing hung. I moved my arms swimming through the tall stalks gazing at the sky making my way to a nearby clover field.
The only noise was that of a braying mule, Soap Sticks. The swish of a Hawk flew over my head, riding upon a warm Southern breeze watching for the signs of field mice. I drowsily heard the pounding of my daddy’s big red Roan on the nearby dirt road, I knew that Buttermilk my old dog would be running beside him; it was time to go home.
It was Sunday, the only day my mother was home. Today I rode upon the emerald green sea toward a world of imagination toward jungle trees where I could climb high above the dangers of the land. I drank cool water from a babbling brook and hid in a field of soft lush grasses. I was not afraid of the strange noises floating through the air or the giant bird of prey. I waited, unafraid until I heard my Knight in shining armor, my daddy found me, upon his big red horse followed by a gentle dog came to rescue me. It was now safe to go home.
Love and Peace
Elizabeth
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Artwork by Author – Acrylics – Daisy’s under a cloud covered moon. A Dragonfly pulling sweet nectar from a single Daisy. Daisy’s feed upon Wild Iris’s near a pond, they go back and forth from flower to flower.
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