A Piece of Sky In a Hole In the Ground

"Is this the gate of Heaven?" asked Mary. 
"Silly," said Ann. "It's only the gate of the park." 
As they walked down a glade, Mary asked, 
"Who lives in those trees over there? 
Look, they're waving at us." 
"It's nobody," said Ann. "Just the shades 
dancing over the grass under the trees.” 
"Let's climb that mound," said Mary. 
"Yes, let's," said Ann. 
"Does this hill lead to the sky?" asked Mary. 
"Of course it doesn't," snapped Ann. 
"If you were big like me, you'd see. 
 the thorns and thistles with purple flowers 
on the brow of the hill, you would." 
"Are hilly brows like eyebrows?" asked Mary. 
"Sort of, only different," said Ann, 
looking very deliberate, like Mum sometimes. 
Mary ran ahead. "Look," she cried. 
"You can see a piece of the sky 
where there's a hole in the ground." 
"Silly," said Ann, "That's the refegshun of the sky 
in the lake. Let's go down to the swans. 
Once at the lake-side they saw a swans 
swimming towards them. 
"Is it an angel," asked Mary. 
Her elder sister was speechless 
for a moment. "It's just lovely," said Ann, 
who had dropped her omniscient guard.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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