Kenneth Pearce LADY IN THE LEAVES
As I meandered through my day
A nascent whirlwind came to play
In an oak-grove along the way.
It picked up the dry leaves it found
And whirled them around and around
Until the wind's shape wore a leafen gown.
The shape it revealed was a human,
And then refined, it became a woman
Tailored of air-thin and lea...ves-oaken.
At once her essence came a-sailin'
With her leaf-clothed arms a-hailin',
Her mind spoke to mine a-sayin,'
"I am the spirit called Sarah Palin."
A Palinbot says: "I absolutely love it, did you write that?"
The Author (ahem!) replies:
I wrote it last summer just after she resigned and I was on the cusp of dismissing her. My mind had focused elsewhere, when the whirlwind of leaves appeared in my mind, just as described in the poem. I recently sent her a book with a copy of the poem included. My avatar is in a similar vein, though it is the trunk of a tree rather than leaves....Mother Nature.
AWWWWW when he began to question his loyalty to Sarah ...... his 'answer was blowin'
in the wind'!!!!!!!
Not sure if I should barf, or cry.