Copyright © 2008 Stephen J. Martin
All rights reserved, Wild Child Publishing.
Alla
Calm is the forest, crooked the path
Capture my breath, the lake is like glass.
See my reflection; pretty am I.
Leap goes the bullfrog; okay, goodbye!
I'll watch the leaves fall, maple and oak
Autumn's not cold yet, chance for a soak.
Into the black of the clear water lake
Steady my steps lest I slip in mistake.
A day out of school, solitude found.
My friends are the songbirds, cherish the sound.
Cool on the skin, descend with a splash.
Sparkling silver! My necklace. My flash.
My name is Alla, Princess and Child
Of the Forest, cultured and wild.
Apple Blossom
Summer, almost summer.
But the snow is still falling.
Cold on my nose? No, it's fluffy and warm.
I feel the breezes. Summer breezes.
But the trees look like Christmas.
Maybe its flowers are growing up in the air.
I can run and play, says my mom, all day
In the green and flowering meadow.
I don't have to wear my winter coat, no, no.
And when school is out
Then my wings will sprout
I am Mama's little angel
I will climb the apple tree and play.
Almost summer.
I see the Gravensteins blossom.
Those apples taste awesome
To faeries like me.