Saturday, September 6, 2014

The funny shape ...

These trees have an aura of innocence in them;

they are like the pregnancy between 

the earth and the heaven,

standing tall and silent

in anticipation

promising birth.

We played around those trees,

my childhood friend and I;

innocent giggles resonated along the slight breeze

and then our tiny hands firm and strong 

around the shovel

we lifted it high and brought it down firm

on the tiny blue head of a snake

that had slithered out of a nearby hole.

The dull thud sound resonated as well.

Its head, smashed and artistically pasted midst the tree roots,

made a funny shape.

We giggled even more.