Ahhhhhha ... I was looking for you Michael,
and here you were playing by the ocean!

Bet ya didn't know I was watching you, lol.      

Wonderful as always sweet poet. I love the rhythmic flowing lessons your words teach,
and I love the way you bring the scenes to life.
Loved this, and was inspired to join you. I hope you don't mind?

Best wishes and great big hugs,
/Kit


The young girl watched the man and boy conversing on the shore,
She thought about the lesson taught, then thought of it some more;
She ran back home and sat beneath the pine tree by her house,
And tucked as many cones as she could carry in her blouse.

She walked toward the new construction housing by the mall,
The one that had a forest there, not long ago last fall;
She missed the trees, the scent of pine, the woods they used to play,
And wondered who’d have wanted all those houses anyway.

She walked right past the guarded fence and bent to plant a seed,
First one, then two, then three, then four  --- a simple, modest deed;
A foreman called, “Hey girl, what are you doing over here?”
The little girl looked up and smiled at all the workers there.

“I’m building me a forest,” she replied without a pause,
Then turned her back and started planting more to prove her cause;
They let the little girl continue sowing what she had,
Then watched her smile and walk away … content and feeling glad.

The foreman said, “Get back to work, your lunchtime’s over now”,
He turned to leave, but paused to brush the sweat from off his brow;
He thought about that little girl, and of her futile deed,
Then poured his bottled water over every single seed.