Children Poetry posted November 22, 2010 |
Autumn leaves from the point of view of a child
Jessica, at seven
by amada
My granddaughter, Jessica, now already seven, took me out for a walk in the park. Leaves were loudly crunching, under our feet that awesome autumn day. "Grandma," she exclaimed with a sudden joggle in her walk. "Look! Those leaves up there, they are doing somersaults!" (She takes ballet lessons). I was astounded. Truly, the leaves, carried by the symphony of the wind were gracefully spinning over, prancing, dancing to cheer the rusty sky. Then, mischievously, she ran to pick the bolder ones, the ones that reached the summit front row first. (She has a competitive edge). She held the prized ones, but then stopped, looked behind, sighed, and tenderly walked back to gather the small ones, the ones still clinging to the soaked grass. (She has a compassionate heart). After contemplating her prized possessions she gave me a wicked twinkle the one that says "Wait for more." As if holding a deck of cards under my bewildered eyes, Her tiny fingers became sculptors of a new unseen marvel. She found a place of grace for each leaf she gathered and shaped them all into a unique bouquet made of falling leaves. I might have walked one hundred miles over thousands of falling leaves but I never experienced the look-beyond sparkle the magic of seeing the unseen, the awe of a new discovery, than that day while walking with Jessica, now already seven. (She is a wonder). |
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