Michael Mackellow .... Art

An eye problem prompted me to pick up my paint box and brushes after a forty year break. This is a "use-it or lose-it" thing! I've had no formal art training, although Miss Fry, my Kindergarten Teacher did give me a "gold star" for a drawing of a horse I did when I was five! Since then, I have drawn cheques on my bank (but most of those bounced) and I have drawn breath! And Mei-Ling says that I can draw the curtains, but I must be very careful not to cause any damage - or it's curtains for me!

Thursday, October 15, 2009

Umbrellas

Umbrellas

Under a toadstool crept a wee Elf,
Out of the rain to shelter himself.

Under the toadstool, sound asleep,
Sat a big Dormouse all in a heap.

Trembled the wee Elf, frightened and yet
Fearing to fly away lest he get wet.

To the next shelter--maybe a mile!
Sudden the wee Elf smiled a wee smile.

Tugged till the toadstool toppled in two.
Holding it over him, gaily he flew.

Soon he was safe home, dry as could be.
Soon woke the Dormouse--"Good gracious me!

"Where is my toadstool?" loud he lamented.
--And that's how umbrellas first were invented.

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