James- Workshop 2 Poem

Poem based on above patinting (Christina's World by Andrew Wyeth)

Of All Ways to Be
James Fisher

Thin hair tousles in the wind.
       It's owner seemingly just as frail.
Her body immobile as if pinned
       And her legs bent, shown in gruesome detail.

How futile her efforts must have felt,
       Crawling through the tall, dying grass.
So the young girl took to the ground and knelt
        But in a way you knew it'd never come to pass.

"Who left her there?" you ask yourself.
        Pondering the distance and longing of her look.
The house is her safety set on a too-high shelf.
        What more could they have took?

She will wait indefinitely,
        Listening to the mellifluous,
Fading to irrelevancy.
        Her pain — ambiguous.

Cristina's World by Andrew Wyeth