My kids' artwork never fails to astonish me. Not just because they are my kids -- though I'm sure there's some of that. But being 6 and 8, they have a sweet and sometimes-surprising view of the world.
This blog, which is a random posting of their artwork, is named for a poem by John Fuller called "Sheep Party" that my 8-year-old, Aidan, decided to illustrate for a class project. On his poster, he drew a blue sheep in a party hat and a "wispy tufts guardhouse."
Sheep Party
Under thorn and bramble
The sheep have left their rags
And decorate their valley
With little woollen flags
"This way to the party,"
The wispy tufts declare
"Between the bunks and hedges
Hurry, you're nearly there!
There's bracken newly curling
And bilberry in bloom
The guests are quite contented
And there's lots and lots of room,
But who am I to follow?
And which way should I go?
The wool is blue and crimson
And from different sheep, I know.
The red-stained sheep live that way,
THe blue-stained sheep up there
There must be several parties
And I really couldn't care.
For I like peanut butter
Not grass and twigs and stones
Like the red sheep of Mr. Roberts
And the blue of Mr. Jones.
