POCKET WORLD - Song Page
© words & music by Annie Wilson
from CD Sky & Water, Wind & Grass
Album Note: Little children are shorter and operate on an open schedule, so they often stop to closely examine things on the ground that we grown- ups ignore. Sometimes I have sense enough to act like a child, to stop and kneel or even lie down in the prairie, get in close, and actually see the wonders there before me.
This song won First Place in Spirit in the 2016 Walnut Valley NewSongs songwriting contest.
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LYRICS:
In a tiny hollow pocket
in a hillside limestone shelf
A little island tuft of grass
grows all by itself
Atop the highest shoot,
a tiny spider rules her realm
A quiv’ring green oasis
Filled with waving tallgrass stems
The lime-green spider moves her legs
in perfect graceful flow
As she tiptoes through her canopy
of grasses in the stone
The sunlight glints her shiny back,
her pinpoint yellow eyes
Look out beyond her island home
across the clear blue sky
We love the highest hilltops
where the grandest views are found
But there’s wonder & there’s beauty
here before us all around
In little tiny pocket worlds
across the prairie land
With miracles of nature
that would fit inside our hands
Someday the little spider will send
out her silvery thread
To leave her pocket home to find
another one instead
She’ll sail above her forest
of feathered Indian Grass
On to new worlds and the destiny
that she will know at last.
CHORUS
In a tiny hollow pocket
in a hillside limestone shelf
A little island tuft of grass
grows all by itself
Like a child who sees magic
when she opens up her eyes
You can go and lie beside it
and dream yourself inside