Working through the marsh, the ground swelled each place he left a footprint. It was a interesting bog, made almost like a matress in the finest hotels he had stayed in. He had heard of a tiny prairie orchid that was to be around here and searched, not really knowing what it even looked like. Someone had said like a purse, and others like a shoe. All of these baffled him, but one of the people he talked to had showed him how to find this area near a small lake.
His stomach was getting empty and he had only brought some jerky and water along for lunch. He remembered seeing a small town, and wished he had gotten something else while he was there. A fried pie would have been nice, had he not eaten all he had purchased when he woke up. The lady that made them was a queen in her kitchen, and he often wondered how she manuevered through the narrow door to her woodpile.
He often teased her, telling her if she ever lost her husband, he would marry her. Then again , all the children running around reminded him of low patience with that end of the bargain. It was a lovely family to visit, but he often was worn out when he felt it time to go home. The children would ask him to show a book of his drawings, and many times request help drawing something they really wanted to see him draw. This was fun, many times he mixed in a tall tale he had heard while traveling around this huge prairie. A favorite item he had started was tales of the banshees, a walking dead soul. Their mother always wanted to put a stop to these tales, knowing the younger ones would be in bed with her at night , frightened at the tiniest creaks.
Finding a rock to sit on, he sat thinking what he didn't have and could have, tearing at a hard piece of jerky.Chewing he pretended he was eating a steak, and sometimes it had that smoky flavor to it that reminded him of a fine cut of meat, rather than a haunch of the deer he had made it from. A jay called in alarm off to his right side and he looked at what had set off this forest alarm. The bird sat on a branch, pounding on a tiny acorn, trying to get at the meat inside. The shell dropped to the ground and he watched it hit,right next to a tiny white flower. Looking around that area he saw many more of the same bloom and realized he had found his treasure.
He grabbed his pens and set to sketching right away, forgetting how hungry he was. He made a series of detailed sketches, looking at the speciman, but also the habitat of the fen around him. This was a unique journey that had brought him here and he thanked the land and all around him for the delightful find. He decided that perhaps this jay that had set off his discovery was his woodland saint, a friend for life, and always looked when he heard one. He often said if he came back to this world in animal form, it would be as his friend the jay. His happiness when he was out on the prairie filled the air and was carried along on a gentle prairie breeze.
I lost my mind
And wander about
Looking under logs
Rocks,tables and chairs
Finally finding it
In a simple poem
With you in it too.