Gramps had eyes that could see
two ants mating in a peony. He could see
long lost cities
beneath the bark of a dead tree,
a tick landing on a rhino’s back.
Why heck, he even found a needle
in a haystack. Just yesterday,
as I watched him in the garden,
I saw him start to shake.
His eyes looked wider than a china plate.
He cupped his hands and yelled aloud,
“Billy! Ever seen a cricket
conduct a floral symphony?
C’mon,” he whispered;
"Let's tune into Big Red.
Down we went on hands and knees.
I couldn't believe my eyes.
A cricket, dressed in tails,
as anyone could see,
was conducting a floral symphony.
And if you don’t believe me,
take another look.
c. Douglas Fireman
This is marvelous---it took me on a magic journey---thank you for posting such delightful creativeity...........winna
ReplyDeleteNicely captured and beautiful words! ^^
ReplyDeleteColors and poem are awesome. Interesting as always. Good work.
ReplyDeleteREally great. I love the poem and the picture and both together. What a story of a poem.
ReplyDeleteThis delightful poem made me smile today. I do see the cricket conducting a floral symphony. Thank you for sharing this beautiful story and image.
ReplyDeleteAll the best,
Adine
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ReplyDeleteHi winna. Thanks for taking a fancy
ReplyDeleteto my poem and pic.
Alex, so pleased that you stopped by.
Vielen dank.
Phyllis. You're a peach.
Ramona. So nice of you to show up
at the concert. A special Hallelujah
to you.
Hi freebird. Glad you had a smooth
flight in. So thankful for your
presence and your comment.
Adine. Your lovely comment pleased
me to the max. Glad I put another
smile on your face. Peace