Creative Pieces… 33
An Honest Man by Chelsea Mann
It was a clear and sunny day When we went out to smile and talk Of tow’ring trees and birds at play And skip some colored, shiny rocks Along a morning nature walk. We’d stalked along this path before, So she was not afraid to see The birds, or squirrels, or creatures more Like spiders, ants, horseflies, or bees. She, too, was not afraid of me. I’d met her thirty times or more Beside her sister at the park – The elder girl was twenty-four, The younger one had pigtails dark, And danced about like spring-time lark. Today we walked as only two – Her sister had been left behind – But when she asked what we should do I told her that she need not mind, For without her, we could unwind. Therefore, I asked her of her day – What sort of things she’d heard and seen, What books she read and games she’d played, Of people good and people mean. Beneath my gaze, she looked a queen. So off she prattled of the rules And those enforcers milling ‘round Whenever she stepped foot in school Or anywhere along the grounds.
