Whimsical Practice

 

A New Summer Project Starting

Whimsical Practice
By David De Jong

Ah, there be peculiar creatures about
Whimsical, bright and a little stout
They scurry at night and toil beneath the trees
Sipping sweet nectar delivered by bees
Hammers tapping what the sawing sets free
Hoisting, anchoring, then painting with glee

Tiny windows to catch a summer breeze
Capturing views, an eye esteems to see
Wood stored for winter and the snowy months
Fiddle factory floor leaving none for want
Chrysanthemum tea and aspen root stew
With a wee bit of mushroom cider too

Cobblestone walks meander to and fro
Welcoming curious to come and go
Rest in the shade and hear stories of old
But listen close, you won’t believe what’s told
Evenings smell hints of fresh squeezed peppermint
I’ve been advised they use for liniment

They’ve been busy for several nights now
Harnessing a critter to pull a plow
Some chose a sunny plot with seeds to sow
I be curious to what they might grow
I expect mosses with tender-shoot thyme
And cherry-tomato plant they could climb

Should you walk by please do so tenderly
They pose no ill and build so splendidly
Each morning I peer out over the porch
To see what addition, they’ve built by torch
While I sleep hearing hammers, tapping soft
My dreams cast all cares and wisp me aloft

What will little minds think, traipsing to school
Simple pleasures built, grandpa hands and tools
I pray a brightened smile and whimsical start
Practiced imagination, joyful heart.
Should do an old man’s soul well, such a sight
A child’s heart filled of whimsy and delight