JAcK 'N' JiLL
Upon a hill of wildflowers the young lad stood.
His freckled nose and bright red hair did him a world of good.
In his bibbed overalls and short bare feet, he fetched water from a well in the dry summer heat.
He was a good lad, his cheeks full of roses.
He often invited his best friend, Jill, to search the world over.
In one pocket a sling-shot, in the other a frog.
He was a true hearted nature boy with a bright red haired dog.
He often dreamed of stars and galaxies beyond.
His green eyes gushed like geysers.
He was curious and strong.
He loved to take that climb, up that wildflower hill.
He loved to visit that old well with his best friend Jill.
Jill was in his one-room school.
They sat next to each other.
Jill always shared her lunch and her kaleidoscope, a gift from her brother.
The kaleidoscope was their rocket to patterns here and beyond.
Like the deep well, it telescoped mystery for them to dwell upon.
They would fall into the grass and roll down that wild flowered hill.
First would come Jack, and then would come Jill.
Giggling and giggling, they would stop to wonder.
They examined the puffed up clouds, and every hill from here to yonder.
They took turns looking through their magical view finder.
Even Red, Jack’s bright red haired dog, smiled and watched them ponder.
“I think the broken glass is a window to the soul. I learned in Sunday School that our universe was created by God so that we could have a role.”
Jill shook the kaleidoscope and said it was her turn. “I think the puzzles in this scope, are for us to learn.”
“Yes, said Jack, I know what you mean. Like the water from the well, we need lessons to help us come clean.”
Jill examined the sky, some trees and some birds, and then turned to Jack and said, “Why do they say children are to be seen and not heard?”
Jack laughed for a long time and then stared at the sky. “Jill, God claims us all as children, and God made the bright blue sky. Children learn to speak when they have something to say. Just like the well, we need water each and every day. If we were only seen and could never speak, we would grow up mute and very, very weak.”
The frog did a belly flop out of Jack’s right pocket.
Jack and Jill laughed, and again the paper kaleidoscope became their rocket.
Yes, Jack and Jill did go up that flowered hill time and time again.
Yes, sometimes they would fall and then get up again.
It takes a hill of wildflowers to make a freckled nose.
It takes a hill of wildflowers to teach each child to just suppose.
Just suppose there is a kid that is deep inside of you.
Do not fear the falls, just learn to enjoy the view.
Kathy Paysen 2013