Papa, how come my trunk is so long?
Papa, why do giraffes have longer necks than us?
Papa, do I really weigh one tonne?
Papa, will you teach me how to spray my back with water?
Papa, where are my stripes?
Papa, can we really swim without flippers?
Papa, do you like grass or shrubs better?
Papa, will my ears grow bigger?
Papa, don’t let them take my tusks away.
Shandi can be purchased here.
Oh my stars and heavenly angels
I’ve fluttered down to delightful petals
Can you match my imagination in colour?
The garden, it’s fresh
Spilling over onto grass
Roaming over mountains
With one tiny seedling
And filling our noses
Of such sweet sweet nectar
Harvested in spells so thick
Even sunshine pauses here a while
With daisies, and pansies
Tulips and violets
Poppeys and bleeding hearts
Such beautiful glory
For my days on this earth
Every day filled with laughter
Tickling my nose and
Infecting my colour
Spreading my wings
As I take dizzied flight
Lost in such intoxication
That float me on
Into the day of love
Oh my stars and heavenly angels
Miss Flower can be purchased here.
Shallow pools of unspoilt water
Sit below a Betty Crocker window
With hanging deep crimson baskets
That fill the air
With freshly baked flowered Mondays
Spreading out is the pony picket fence
That shines White House Tuesday
Separating the gumshoe green grass
From the oilskin decay
Of the Red Riding Hood forest
Sporting Wednesday’s haircut
Half-way there
Here’s where the country house patio
Holds the dad’s weekend project picnic table
Thursday’s moldy sandwiches
Crawls into cracks upon the Indian paintbrush deck
Where Friday morning dew drops
Freshens up the green spots
Under the Saturday afternoon oak
That tickle the fresh from shower toes
Wiggling for joy amongst the John Deer grass
Where taste tests start
Out of the Sunday brunch basket
Two drive-in lovers packed
For their dollar store romance
Fresh in from the Marilyn Monroe raindrops
Settling the shallow pools of water waiting
Under the Betty Crocker window
And in infinite bouts
Of unfounded glory
With sun shining down
Upon green grass
Where warm arms
Reaching up with love
Take little moments
Like powerful mother earth
Growing amongst
Spring flowers
Into space we call home
Where this is us
This is our all
And here, together
We are at the peak
Of life’s bounty
For a while there I was thinking of quitting you
My dirty secret
My dungeon of love
Your united sound log
Your division of hope
I pushed you forth without ever knowing
Then you tossed away the breaking point
And spat it all across the roxy red chairs
Peanuts and gamblers
Standing around
Betting on sure things laid out to waste
Frothing animals with strapping young lads Riding their backs
Challenging each poser who attempts to stretch into the lead
Corners and white rails with grass always green
And a little buggy trailer that spins once around
Chasing some distant smell out in the grains
Smell that fooled no one that came out of the benches
Punching through lost bottles and dribbles of spit
Discarded score cards with random numbers
Little numbers, faint numbers, broken numbers, black numbers
Doors swing wildly here without much aim
Ghosts come and go, lost without a name
And in all the hallways one can hear the distant thunder
Of heels pounding against the ground
If there were stars that I looked upon daily
Would you flounder them into a field full of wheat?
If clouds floated hither, where you and I’d gather
Would the sun break them free from their plight?
If all the birds sang on from their high up perches
Would the music reach our ears as we strolled?
If the path at our feet turned from soft grass to dirt
Would we still walk hand in hand through the trees?
If I looked in your eyes and whispered into your ear
Would the stars keep us together every night?
Thank you for the breath that I breathe
For the grass that grows green
And then dies in the fall
Thank you for the eyes that give me color
Shades of the rainbow from the sun
And white from the cold
Thank you for the smell from my nose
Fresh turkey from the oven
And wet paint on a canvas
Thank you for the strength in my bones
That lead me into tomorrow
With every step that I take
Thank you for the touch at my fingertips
Dancing happily over exposed skin
Searching blindly in the dark
Thank you for the thought that I think
Setting my plans and my goals
And being blessed with love in my heart
Snake to me
Inside the only crevice left open after the fire
Dealing with long strands of clean green grass
Pushing out the insides of earth
Light the night
With flaming signs of decadent desire
Rapping madly at the doors of a heightened sense of security
Rolling quietly into whispers of time
And breathe
Like you’ve planned this night for ages
Sitting alone staring at the ceiling and imagining
Every last detail to the tee, notepad included
For the best is yet to come
Wrapped up in a warm cashmere
Pressed between excitable thighs of love
So now the grass has grown
Skies that shine down
Blow winds over the mounds
And we sing to each other
The love songs we’ve never been
Daisies grow hearty here
Where did we lose ourselves?
Seasons pass over like time
Distant in their monotony
Passive as they attack
Pulling at the tips of the grass
Searching for a better way
A life away, closer to the sun
And our dirt settles deeper
Camping along the rivers banks here allows my stars to shine like they have been powered from an altruistic source ready for the dreams that spend their life projecting
The crickets and frogs that enliven my ears with a symphony of random harmony makes the words learned have neither meaning nor maestro, water trickles by ceaselessly
With the cool breeze of the grass that robs my still thoughts of all of their listlessness, fighting the wee little shivers that invite the goosebumps to pour sexual droplets of romance over my body
It is here that there is no need for per-conceived notions of what is and what shall come to pass, Here is the land for dreams and dreams and dreams and more dreams
Do you know this? Do you understand the power in the stars up above on a clear evenings shine as you lie amongst the longer wisps of grass that share soil with wild flowers?