Elder Sisters Know Better, Well, Usually
"Is this the gate of Heaven?" asked Mary.
"Silly" said Anne, it's only the gate of the park."
As they walked down the glade Mary enquired:
"Who lives in the trees over there?
Look. they're waving at us."
"It's nobody," said Anne, "just the shades
dancing over the grass under the trees."
"Let's climb the mound," said Mary.
"Yes, let's" said Anne.
"Does this hill lead to the sky?" asked Mary.
"Of course it doesn't," snapped Anne.
"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, ony different," said Anne,
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, that the relegshun of the sky
in the lake," said Anne.
One at the lakeside they saw a swan
swimming gracefully toward them.
"Is it an angel? asked Mary .
Her sister was speechless for a moment.
"It's just lovely," sighed Ann,
who for once dropped her omniscient guard.
silly
Copyright © Julian Scutts | Year Posted 2022
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