Our heroine from Winterberries and Apple Blossoms has fallen off the bike and bloodied her knee. She is embarrassed but joyful that she has succeeded in a boys’ world. The very last line in this poem by Nan Forler is “Blood seeps through my stockings, colouring the knees purply black, as we carry on to school, our heads held high.”
I included the sheep which were not in the text to supply an audience, but one that would never tell of her adventure.
12" x 16"