|Just a piece of wood washed up on the beach|
of Lake Hartwell, SC.
|A single googlie eye discovered under the picnic table|
gave life and sight to this orphaned piece of wood,
while elongated pine needles became legs.
|Autumn's first golden leaves garnished his head|
while a swatch of pine needles festooned his tail.
|An unexpected shadow opened his mouth|
and made him smile!
|Switched out again and looking perky.|
Can you tell I used to love playing
with my Betsy McCall paper dolls?