Walking down the road,
On a sunny day;
By the side Oh Lord!
were these children at play.
One of the little girls
came running towards me;
Her lovely braid dangling down like ice cream swirls,
Her frock dancing round her knee,
‘Oh Hello Maam she began’,
her angelic face aglow;
‘Would you please stop by our stand,
where the flowers grow?’
‘Oh Sure little girl, what is it that,
you would like to show me?
A bat? A hat? A special mat?
Of course, Id love to see’
‘Well maam let me show you,
our lovely work of art,
and buy this if you do,
I guarantee it will never fall apart.’
‘To achieve this perfection-
This exquisite flawless color..’
she said with strong conviction,
‘We used pine cones from nature and many a bright big flower’
But I could see it was just a rock;
and it looked like nothing else.
No special tint or hue or lock,
Or special string of bells.
‘How much do you want for this
This piece of art exemplaire?’
I asked with mock seriousness
to this ‘business belle’
‘Ten dollars’ she said,
‘Thats too much’ said I
‘One dollar’ she then said
without batting either eye
I could see her friends behind her
Breath held, in anticipation
Gaze focused on me the buyer
What will become of this transaction?
‘Twenty five cents is all I have’
saying I paid the lass the same.
I saw the girls breathe -relieved
‘What a lovely dame!’
I walked back home
with stone in hand
the size of a big dome
carry it with me I did ‘stead of throwing onto the sand
This stone may be useless,
as you and I may find.
But the little girls alacrity and her innocence
Have been etched into my mind.