Five minute Friday – small

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photo 15Take me back to those days

When I lived on Roosevelt Road in suburban Chicago

And though the cars and trucks sped past my little house

I would grab my sit-upon

(That I proudly made with my Girl Scouts troop)

And steal away from the traffic and the noise

A small girl

Both in proportion and power

And among the pussywillows and milk pods

Upon that treasured craft made of cloth and newspaperphoto 18

I’d read a book and

Go anywhere

A little girl in pigtails, not really a nature girl at all

Feeling small and invisible

Tucked in the woods near my house on the road

Hidden away – immersed in words, my sanctuary…

Today I ride my bike

A middle-aged woman fresh out of clearance to be able to use my foot again

And I pedal past nature

And hear the frogs chirping in unison

As they beckon me to remember

Those small times

I ride past the cat tails and the brush

Wishing I had a book and the courage to hide away again

5minutefriday(Oh this felt so good, to write again and to find a subject I could safely share). Others are writing about the word “small” today too. Check out the rest of the small people here and if you have an inkling, I’d love to hear your thoughts about the word “small.”

9 thoughts on “Five minute Friday – small

  1. Hello there! We are neighbors today over at Lisa-Jo’s – writing about Small. Yes – I love this… it was like a little mini vacation… I could feel myself sitting right there with you, -not exactly a nature or woodsy girl myself – but I could smell it and see it and it brought a bit of refreshing! Thank you for that! Have a great weekend!

  2. Oh, I love your bike. My Trek is a light purple. I love that feeling of being out in nature and just pedaling away. Those quiet times are just wonderful for my spirit.

    Hugs,
    Melinda
    (visiting from FMF)

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