Sheila

The air smells from newly cut grass
and the stillness is soothing.
From the open kitchen window;
the rattling sound from
plucking with china.
The supper will be ready soon.

Up-side-down on the graveled walk
stands the bath tub
and the naked doll, face down.

On the doorstep in the slanting light
and remaining heat
from the evening sun
sits little Sheila with suntanned legs
and eight wild strawberries
in a mug.

When the mountains
brings shade to the valley
she leaves the day behind
in flowery pajamas
together with Winnie the Pooh
and his friends.