Our Sweet Little World
Our story begins twenty-eight apples
South of the Little White Church
East of Sky’s Porch
On a field so deeply blue, they say,
That stars could be seen
No matter what time of day.
And so begins the told and un-told collection of myths, stories, and legends buried deeply in the blue field we Boiseans know only too well.
These illustrations, along with a collection of several others,, capture the moments and memories of my time with David A. Well’s Blue Thunder Marching Band. A mix of truths and imaginings, this is a story that speaks to acceptance of others, despite their differences - looking beyond labels and giving everyone a place to belong.
A circle of hands holding
And all voices singing….
‘Welcome to our sweet little world!’