Category: Drawing

She was so focused on her daydream that she did not notice the tug on her line. When it tugged again it was so strong she lost her grip on the pole. It splashed down into the water. She climbed off the log and reached down to grab it, but it kept moving farther away from her. She followed it for several steps before she looked up.  Not far in front of her was a strange bluish light. Allie May had been attentively listening to her Pa’s stories for as long as she could remember. She had no doubt the light hovering between the trees was a will-o-the-wisp and that they were not known to bring good luck. She knew that it would be wise to head in the opposite direction, but hadn’t she just wished for adventure? Hadn’t she been dreaming of facing danger? She forgot all about her fishing pole as the ghostly light beckoned her deeper into the woods. Following seemed like the only possible choice.

“Fish bite best while we’re at rest. To catch one better rise with the sun,” Allie May’s Pa taught her the rhyme she repeated whenever asked why she got up so early to fish. Before the sun or anyone else rose, she often packed up her basket and pole and headed out to her favorite spot. Her family and friends were impressed. They all thought she was the most devoted young fisherman they had ever seen. And Allie May did like to fish, but what she loved was to be outdoors by herself, listening, watching, and thinking. 

One Saturday morning, while it was still dark, Allie May was sitting on a fallen log, pole in hand, thinking about how much she would like to have an adventure. She wanted to see things she had never seen and meet folks she had never met. She really wanted to face danger and show how brave she was.

Though his friends said he wasn’t the type, Jack sure got drunk when the fruit was ripe.

Though squarely in her sight, she could not catch the light.

He missed the sky where he used to glide, but the greater pain came from injured pride.

A quite magical ride, this bird can provide.