Day 7 "Gems in the Mud"
“Gems in the Mud”
At Scout class at Trackerschool
There are many grueling hours
Spent staying awake in lecture on hard wooden benches,
Carrying a log when someone stole your lance,
Belly crawling through a swamp,
Or just trudging along soft sand roads for miles
At 3:00 in the morning
After a midnight raid.
Yet,
What makes all that worth the effort
Are the sparkly gems I came away with.
Like bathing in the creek in the moonlight with a friend,
To wash off the mud and soot camouflage;
Or having your throat cut with a red felt tip marker
By a shadow scout,
Who was hiding, waiting to teach me,
To pay better attention,
Or sensing the presence of someone in the tree
When I couldn’t see them
But knew they were there.
Felted merino wool and silk with bead embellishments.
“Gems in the Mud”
At Scout class at Trackerschool
There are many grueling hours
Spent staying awake in lecture on hard wooden benches,
Carrying a log when someone stole your lance,
Belly crawling through a swamp,
Or just trudging along soft sand roads for miles
At 3:00 in the morning
After a midnight raid.
Yet,
What makes all that worth the effort
Are the sparkly gems I came away with.
Like bathing in the creek in the moonlight with a friend,
To wash off the mud and soot camouflage;
Or having your throat cut with a red felt tip marker
By a shadow scout,
Who was hiding, waiting to teach me,
To pay better attention,
Or sensing the presence of someone in the tree
When I couldn’t see them
But knew they were there.
Felted merino wool and silk with bead embellishments.
“Gems in the Mud”
At Scout class at Trackerschool
There are many grueling hours
Spent staying awake in lecture on hard wooden benches,
Carrying a log when someone stole your lance,
Belly crawling through a swamp,
Or just trudging along soft sand roads for miles
At 3:00 in the morning
After a midnight raid.
Yet,
What makes all that worth the effort
Are the sparkly gems I came away with.
Like bathing in the creek in the moonlight with a friend,
To wash off the mud and soot camouflage;
Or having your throat cut with a red felt tip marker
By a shadow scout,
Who was hiding, waiting to teach me,
To pay better attention,
Or sensing the presence of someone in the tree
When I couldn’t see them
But knew they were there.
Felted merino wool and silk with bead embellishments.
5.5 x 5 inches art in an 8 x 8 inch white shadow box frame.
