Lying In a Rope Hammock
Looking Up At the Sky Past an Oak Canopy
Age 2 3/4
The wind says that I am a baby bird in an egg in a nest.
The leaves are the sun's eyes . . .
While Drawing Father's Day Cards for Grandad and Motz
(Maternal Grandfather and Step-Grandfather)
The sky made the hills grumble.
The sky made the chalk twirl.
Ta-da! The sky.
I made the sky.