God
07-10-2004, 09:11 PM
The Sidewalk Sets
She walks down the street,
Slow and steady with a determined look on her face.
She squints in the early sun; there is an eagle flying above her.
He swoops around gliding freely above her.
She looks up and watches him; her steady pace does not falter.
Her arms expand as she mimics the glorious birds motion.
A frog jumps out of the bushes startling her and she stumbles back a few steps.
But it is just a frog; nothing to worry on about.
She walks on.
She sees a flower bed blooming with color.
She longs to touch it but it is fenced in behind a large metal gate.
She continues walking and looks up at the magnificent bird above her.
A giant oak tree suddenly crashes down in front of her.
Her senses jump in alertness and she races around the tree.
She runs six blocks without stopping for a breath or to admire the beauty around her.
Finally she slows down and a sharp pain hits her side.
She doubles over in pain and her eyes fill with tears.
She looks up at the bird and curses him.
In time she starts to walk again holding her pained side.
Gradually she is steady again and her pain dims.
She walks on and sees little children playing across the street.
A ball of theirs rolls across her path.
Smiling, she picks it up and starts to walk across the street.
A truck rolls past and causes the children to disappear from her sight.
But the truck moves on, and she can see them again.
She brings the ball across the street to the children and the gleam at her in thanks.
She returns to her path and journey’s on.
She continues walking and two young boys rush past on bicycles and knock her over.
She falls scraping her knee.
Blood oozes out and tears well up in her eyes again.
She holds her knee and the red liquid drips onto her fingers.
She tears a piece of cloth off of her dress and ties it around her knee.
The rushing blood slows.
She slowly stands and walks on again.
Limping slowly, she looks up at the eagle again.
He still soars proudly.
She holds her chin higher and continues walking.
She sees a blossoming flower in the grass.
With poise she bends down and touches it; runs her small fingers over each delicate petal; admires the color and magnificence of the flower as a whole.
She stands back up and continues walking with a grin across her smooth lips.
She turns the corner; home is now in site.
She walks freely down the path and looks up at the brilliant bird again.
Extending her arms, she pretends to soar like he so easily does.
She trips on a crack in the sidewalk and looses her balance.
She stumbles, and continues walking.
She sees a butterfly flutter past her.
His bright color shines against the setting sun.
He dances gracefully through the air and lands on a flower in full bloom.
She hesitates for a few moments and watches him.
She looks up at the great bird, and walks on.
Slowly she ascends the steps to the door.
She is nearly there.
She stops and looks at the eagle once more.
She smiles at him and blows him a kiss from her tender lips.
She turns her head down and looks at how far she has journeyed.
She touches her skinned knee and winces slightly.
She touches her side; only a trace of the pain still resides.
She looks at the butterfly on the flower.
Then she looks up at the eagle one last time; smiles at him and her eyes fill with love.
She turns her back to him.
She opens the door and steps in.
She is home.
She walks down the street,
Slow and steady with a determined look on her face.
She squints in the early sun; there is an eagle flying above her.
He swoops around gliding freely above her.
She looks up and watches him; her steady pace does not falter.
Her arms expand as she mimics the glorious birds motion.
A frog jumps out of the bushes startling her and she stumbles back a few steps.
But it is just a frog; nothing to worry on about.
She walks on.
She sees a flower bed blooming with color.
She longs to touch it but it is fenced in behind a large metal gate.
She continues walking and looks up at the magnificent bird above her.
A giant oak tree suddenly crashes down in front of her.
Her senses jump in alertness and she races around the tree.
She runs six blocks without stopping for a breath or to admire the beauty around her.
Finally she slows down and a sharp pain hits her side.
She doubles over in pain and her eyes fill with tears.
She looks up at the bird and curses him.
In time she starts to walk again holding her pained side.
Gradually she is steady again and her pain dims.
She walks on and sees little children playing across the street.
A ball of theirs rolls across her path.
Smiling, she picks it up and starts to walk across the street.
A truck rolls past and causes the children to disappear from her sight.
But the truck moves on, and she can see them again.
She brings the ball across the street to the children and the gleam at her in thanks.
She returns to her path and journey’s on.
She continues walking and two young boys rush past on bicycles and knock her over.
She falls scraping her knee.
Blood oozes out and tears well up in her eyes again.
She holds her knee and the red liquid drips onto her fingers.
She tears a piece of cloth off of her dress and ties it around her knee.
The rushing blood slows.
She slowly stands and walks on again.
Limping slowly, she looks up at the eagle again.
He still soars proudly.
She holds her chin higher and continues walking.
She sees a blossoming flower in the grass.
With poise she bends down and touches it; runs her small fingers over each delicate petal; admires the color and magnificence of the flower as a whole.
She stands back up and continues walking with a grin across her smooth lips.
She turns the corner; home is now in site.
She walks freely down the path and looks up at the brilliant bird again.
Extending her arms, she pretends to soar like he so easily does.
She trips on a crack in the sidewalk and looses her balance.
She stumbles, and continues walking.
She sees a butterfly flutter past her.
His bright color shines against the setting sun.
He dances gracefully through the air and lands on a flower in full bloom.
She hesitates for a few moments and watches him.
She looks up at the great bird, and walks on.
Slowly she ascends the steps to the door.
She is nearly there.
She stops and looks at the eagle once more.
She smiles at him and blows him a kiss from her tender lips.
She turns her head down and looks at how far she has journeyed.
She touches her skinned knee and winces slightly.
She touches her side; only a trace of the pain still resides.
She looks at the butterfly on the flower.
Then she looks up at the eagle one last time; smiles at him and her eyes fill with love.
She turns her back to him.
She opens the door and steps in.
She is home.