|Dancing on a log
||By-and-by I came to a log. It was a nice little log. It was as long as three pigs as long as
Peter Paul Rubens
. I climbed upon it. I so did to look more looks about. The wind did blow in a real quick way. He made music all around. I danced on the log. It is so much a big amount of joy to dance on a log when the wind does play the harps in the forest. Then do I dance on tiptoe. I wave greetings to the plant-bush folks that do dance all about. Today a grand pine tree did wave its arms to me. And the bush branches patted my cheek in a friendly way. The wind again did blow back my curls. They clasp the fingers of the bush people
. I did turn around to untangle them. It is most difficult to dance on tiptoe on a log when one's curls are in a tangle with the branches of a friendly bush that grows near
the log and does make bows to one while the wind doth blow.
Center for Electronic Studying, University of Oregon.
February 6, 2003.