72. BLUE LADY

Emily was turning blue

With cold one winter morning

On Sauvie Island

Up in the crook of a tree...

She was visably shivering

Her teeth chattering like mad

Her eyes were sparkling though

And she even managed to laugh at my jokes

As I painted her even bluer

Smearing cold wet paint unto her body

With my hands...

The winds off the Columbia were blowing strong

And she said she didn't know

If she could take it much longer

"Just a few more photos..."

I needed just a few more...

"Just a few more photographs

And you can wrap up in the blanket..."

So she endured...

She went solo to India twice

Walked and walked and walked

Through jungles and mountains,

Loved the people...

First mate on a sailing ship

World traveler Emily

With friendship and sisterheart

Always in her eyes