IMAGINATION

IMAGINATION

Imagination does not just belong

In the minds of children young.

There are those of us who like to see

And to feel that we belong.

A friend was the artist here

And I the writer true.

We spent some time together

And painted this picture for you.

We crossed a bridge from a town

And felt the breezes soft and sweet.

Clear blue skies were here 

We felt it such a treat.

A roadside stall with fruit galore

Oranges and Apples mellow.

And honey sweet plums

All purple and yellow.

An Artist’s easel all set up 

In the shade of a welcoming tree.

A stream running by with water clear ~

This is the picture we see.

Pebbles here all rounded and worn

And larger ones near the edge.

Some of them have a hint of moss

And act just like a little ledge.

We can smell the blossoms 

And hear the bird’s sweet singing.

Storm clouds gather here 

And the tiny birds are winging.

We discuss the rain to come

At the ending of the day.

The washing and the refreshing –

It’s mother natures way.

Together we walk back 

And leave the picture true.

We reflect and wonder ~

The way that Artists do.

We come back to the real world

More peaceful and serene.

Refreshed and restored

By the things that we have seen.

We have shared a symphony 

Of music of the mind

And I am certain that it is

The best music you can find.

© Linda J. Vaughan

November 4 2001