There’s the blue of the sky and the green of the hill,
and the white of the house and the sun, almost still,
and the twist of a branch bent by winds from the sea,
and, believe it or not, there’s a goat up a tree.
There’s a dog in the dust and a cat on a wall
and a bird with a song and a mouse who is small
and a sea full of fish that are chasing a boat.
Thank God for the tree that produces a goat.

Comments
Highhat | July 12, 2010 - 16:50
a very sweet child's rhymn ;)
Nolan | November 6, 2010 - 04:09
I think it's brilliant.