“The grass is crying! ” <br /> <br />So Tilly sees it <br />& so...it is...so. <br /> <br />The dew glistens <br />(the grass listens) <br /> <br />both laughing at her <br />passing fancy. <br /> <br />Soon the sun <br />wipes away all its tears. <br /> <br />The grass chuckling <br />(being chased back & forth) <br /> <br />by a south westerly <br />breeze <br /> <br />that Spring has <br />sprung upon us. <br /> <br />Tilly crying <br />with delight <br /> <br />her kite <br />hungry for the open skies <br /> <br />headbutting the clouds <br />snapping at the wind <br /> <br />making her dig <br />her little feet in <br /> <br /> <br />fiercely <br />as if <br /> <br />(any moment now) <br /> <br />she could take off <br />(losing a sandal) <br /> <br />she clinging on <br />for dear life <br /> <br />like crazy <br />to her crazy <br /> <br />kite <br />mad now with height <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />I clinging on to <br />her fly-away ankles <br /> <br /> <br />the landscape <br />becoming a patchwork quilt <br /> <br />chatting to <br />a passing bird <br /> <br /> <br />heading for an horizon.<br /><br />Dónall Dempsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/heading-for-an-horizon-for-lyn/
