When I was eight we took a bus,
My classmates and I
Screaming in joy every time we hit a bump
Across the bridge, through the next town, and then the next
Past green and yellow lanterns lit in the sky
Against silver clouds clouded with grey
Till we reached the home of the blue heron.
“If we are lucky we will see one today,” said Ms. Strapoli.
Trampling and trespassing through the trees with our tiny feet
Past the tall stalks of emerald green grass
that lost their blades in the rain,
Muddy darkness clumped on the ground,
grew heavier still with anticipation,
All the while we searched for that curious creature
My equal in height but not in mind
Painted blue for us to find.
– Shammy 12/8/12