Land of Giants

I was tiny. A speck on a ladybug’s spot. While all about the giants clomped and stomped

Trampling every blade of tender grass in their wide flung paths. Hey oh! They sing as they

Go, trundling hither and yon. And this speck hunkered down behind an oak leaf blown to

Ground by a fierce passing storm. Any port in a tempest, any leaf in a wind. Hide ye sweet

Speckled bairns. And live to breathe yet another sweet day outside of the giants’ bold gaze.

artwork by Fabian Rensch

Author: nananoyz

I'm a semi-retired crazy person with one husband and two cats.

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