Words of a painter about art, painting and other thoughts about life, death and things that get in the way. I began my blog 2010.
Monday, June 13, 2011
Monday June 13, 2011 Magpie Tales
The Hermit Crab's New House There under the lights The winds gently blew You traded shells Each wanted the best The biggest The most beautiful Sometimes taking Possession of a new shell While still holding on To the old one You would drag it with you As you paraded along the glass Little hermit hardly big enough To handle the big new Home you had selected And yet not willing to give up the old You wanted it all Not so different really