Once upon a time there was a girl who lived in a cabin she built by hand. When it had been spring and large leaves were prolific, she would gather the green sheets and other sprigs of wood to make her shelter more substantial. The girl wasn’t afraid of wild animals and actually loved to sprint through the trees with the squirrels and rabbits. One day the girl went looking for her squirrel friends but noticed the forest was very quiet. There were no hopping rabbits, no sneaky foxes, and no squawking birds. The girl became very afraid. She hid quietly in her tiny cabin, hoping that whatever had taken her friends wouldn’t be able to find her. Luckily she had plenty of food and water to sustain her hiding. And there she hid. Many years later, hunters found a miniature cabin, one that looked to be build by Snow White’s Seven Dwarfs. The cabin was empty of life but the walls were stocked high with different foods, now rotten, and cups of water, completely dry from evaporation. The cabin was talked about by the locals but no one would admit to building it and no one ever came forward to claim it. The story of the tiny cabin became a local tale reminding children to never wander in the woods alone.
Although she’s still available the details complicated too Her lasciviousness attitude left her lonely and quite blue A wasted portion of the tickets to attend shows she couldn’t bear because the seats couldn’t handle the size of her derriere. A large reduction in the pricing did nothing to ease her pain About her avid eating habits and all the weight she gained.
If every day is a holiday then every day deserves a story! When I was teaching the littles I used these fun and crazy holidays to form my lesson plans. We would have some history lessons, writing, arts & crafts, and food if possible. My first was Horse Appreciation Day in Turkmenistan. This year that holiday falls on April 30th. https://nationaltoday.com/turkmen-racing-horse-festival/
“Maisy, go down to the market and get me a bunch of bananas. Make sure they are not the green ones. I want to make banana bread to bring to Granny’s tomorrow.”
“Will you make one for us too?”
“You know I always make two! Now, get…I’d like to get started.”
Maisy slipped out the front door and was shocked at the scene in front of her brownstone apartment. There were people lined up as far as she could see to the left and the right. The rows of people were at least five if not six or seven deep. She could get lost just outside her house. How was she going to get through all those people and not spill something down her pants leg? Looking at the front stoop two doors down, Maisy finally had the opportunity to see what all the hype was about. Leaning slightly forward, so as to not fall over the rusting wrought iron handrails, she saw what everyone was looking at.
By now Maisy had forgotten all about the banana bread and was now fixated on…
The allure of the water, so crystal clear and blue made my attempt at serenity actually come true I reacted with elation, no need to feign my glee The gauge of my happiness was easy for all to see With twilight awaiting, near the sea, a slab of glass I tried to interpret how time could go so fast For the beauty in front of me was way beyond delight Concluding my peaceful day before it came to night.
The image of the city’s clock amidst the chilly air its origin unknown for now and nobody did care The chiming in the tower made my deepest wish come true as if a dream had happened, I could finally sit with you We crunched on our late breakfast, my Lucky Charms the best compersion to my sugary desire never added to your stress We locked our hands together and vowed to always stay attached in the perpendicular arm embrace we were so closely latched. We gazed at one another with no care to who could hear Our love could show and grow some more, never more to fear.
The shriek slowly faded as I walked away Ruining my exercise that precipitates my day The drumming continued and the peacefulnesstopped Like vines along barns grown too thick to be cropped I clung to my sweater spread right ‘cross my back I was flummoxed to see the cement had a crack Was it water in there hunting for a space to hide? Like a natural trowel I impulsively tried To look in the crack, a real tight place to see If this was the place the cacophony might be I employed all my senses, visions coming right back Like the floods and the blooms of springtime’s attack When all of a sudden I saw in that space All the creatures were having a chummy embrace There was music and balloons like tiny small dots There were young little creatures banging on pots They were celebrating something, I’d never know But back to my exercising I had to go.
You live in a world where no Gods exist where fantasy’s real and wishes will die Nefarious creatures you face by the dozens to do nothing more than than leer and tell lies. But how do you yield to a power so bold To lurch to the front of this crowd? Without leaving truths spun so even and fine yet speak in harsh words so terribly loud. Time to throw in the towel, leave through the door put the past far from that part of your mind Of course the best path to take this time ’round Verify any old clues you can easily find.
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