|Dancing from stump to stump
|When that was come to pass, I set the pail on a little stump.
stayed to guard it, and I did go the way that leads to the hill top. I did have
to dance. Most every day I do dance. I dance with the leaves and the grass. I feel thrills from my toes to my curls. I feel like a bird sometimes. Then I spread my arms for wings. And I go my way from stump to stump and on
the hill. Sometimes I am a demoiselle flitting near
the water. Then I nod unto the willows and they nod unto me. They wave their arms and I wave mine. They wiggle their toes in the water a bit and I do so too. And every time we wiggle our toes we do drink into our souls the song of the brook -- the glad song it is always singing. And the joy-song does sing on in our hearts. So did it today.
Center for Electronic Studying, University of Oregon.
February 6, 2003.