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Whooshing

"A musician turns an evil force into benevolent beings."

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WHOOSHING 18/08/2011

Whooshing down the icy mountain
 
flew the mighty crows

towards the small town where

people were going about their business

happy that the holiday was going to begin.

Arthur took out his fiddle and tuned it

looking around at the children’s happy

expectant, upturned faces.

Primed to give them music full of vitality

and colour, he looked up and saw

the mighty crows darkening the sky.

His heart was gripped with fear

Inspiration caught his playing arm

and he started a tune

full of love, and hope, laughter and beauty.

The crows slowed down.

The music continued.

The children danced and raised their

voices in hopeful song.

The crows lost their way and changed,

changed from a host of fearfulness

into one jewel of a hummingbird

that hovered around taking the

nectar of hope from each child

and adding love as he went to another.

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Written by courage2bfree
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