Snow Monkey at a young age you move off to bed looking out the window as the sky turns pink even at your young age you know there is snow in the sky .. will you.. could you have that special day that snow day? under your quilts you hide with but a nose to be seen prayer on your lips snow we need more snow waking early you race to the window wow you squeal in glee for 20 inches of snow is to be seen no school no school you...
The lights dim and the concert hall goes almost completely dark. A guitar can be heard playing a rhythm. The lights get a little brighter and Cristina Scabbia looks around at the crowd. “Are you all ready to be Spellbound?!” she asks rhetorically.As soon as she says that, the crowd erupts. The guitar comes in louder and then the drums. A heavy bass line is felt and Andrea Ferro sings the opening lines of the song. The cro...
with the sun shining so bright all the country birds singing cheerful songs what a beautiful day for friends to duck school Sidney finds his friend Sabia in the hallway let's ditch school he says with a grin let's go to the waterfall and relax in the sun Sabia with a shy little smile knows Sidney's crush on her ... all her friends whispering about this crazy squirrel bushy tail and all Sidney's friends all chided him for...
'Twas the night before Christmas and all down the pier, All the ragworm were wriggling on my dangling gear. And then from the waves, in their tide-turning crash, I reeled in a small fish that did splish, splosh and splash. 'Twas a five-bearded rockling, its whiskers aquiver As I held it aloft, and its body did shiver. It looked at me glumly, its eyes big and round; With its gills it implored me, though it gave no sound. I...
Everybody at one time or another has pulled a prank on a friend or friends. When age 19, I was a spot on prankster. I was constantly pulling pranks not on my friends but on perfect strangers. These were classics which to this day amaze everyone who knows about them. I am going to expose three that are my favorites. Prank One I grew up in the second largest city in New England in the 1960s. This city had several monuments...
When I was a child, I lived with my mum, dad and baby sister. It was quite hard going, as dad had a stressful job in the police force and mum was mostly busy with the baby. So, I used to look forward to going to stay with my great grandparents. When we moved house (the first of many times as it turned out) and I changed schools, I was delighted because although it wasn't all that far from our last home, we were closer to...
Every day in the summer People flock to The swimming hole To hang out with family And friends. All of the kids Populate the area And have fun. Jumping off the tire swing And diving into the pond Laughing and telling jokes Until one day A kid got hurt And another one drowned. The swimming hole Got shut down, Depriving the children Of a summer At the legendary Swimming hole.
A wondrous thing that happens as your exit becomes near, is that bad “long-term” consequences need not cause you fear! Bottom line: there’s no “long-term” when soon you’ll see your savior! The construct is just meaningless, so why restrain behavior? Melanoma matters not, go tan in the bright sun. Enjoy your favorite cigarette after the browning’s done. Who cares if cholesterol results in heart disease? Eat that double bac...
I stood on an Erraid hill, attuned to ancient times; sensing the continuum of island life from the first sheep herders. For a city dweller it was a thrill when the signal “move forward” came from the valley below. Hurrying, scrambling; feeling the sun and wind upon my face; tripping on the clumps of grass and rocks; squelching in the bogs; brambles catching my clothes; weaving round wild flowers adrenalin pumping, I found...
Four years old; I stepped into my place of mystery; of escape and refuge from an angry mother, and passed from a world of concrete and buildings to walk on earthy, soft, wild walkways between bushes and trees. There were nettles that stung you and dock leaves to wind round your wound to soothe it. There were blackberries to pick and eat at leisure and thorns on the branches to prick you. There were bushes to hide in and b...
Ooh ooh bugaloo I got to do some cooking And you have too. Ooh ooh bugaloo Stockings hanging For presents from who? Ooh ooh, bugaloo Somethings burning And its not cooked through. Ooh, ooh, bugaloo missing the garbageman who wants his bonus too. Ooh, ooh, bugaloo, Where is the marzipan? Its on my shoe. Ooh, ooh bugaloo, My son is flying here, Will I be in the queue? Ooh, ooh bugaloo I have to wait to hug him until his sis...
Gathering of the Clan It was a special event, We’d set up the house And bought the food Cooked a feast for all our brood. The weather was holding Our hearts were glad My hopes were high. I hope it goes well, said I, looking up to the sky. Mad and Dan Sam and Dale Dem and Kate It’s a very good fate. I love them all I am proud and done Let's hope as it happens It all will be fun.
TAKE FIVE The music carried me along the studio as I danced a series of steps that pushed me forward like a child who has just started to trip but is still managing to balance as a feat of perpetual forward fall movement, and as I let the music enter my body as atoms of all the different notes that made up the music I knew that this is what I was, a spirit of dance made to express my feelings without words but in the tilt...
Taste Cutting the courgettes Snap, snap, snap Glossy green skill. Dicing the purple aubergine, Sweat it with salt Drain the bitter juice Eating together The lemon flavour comes punching through the underlying spice of mustard and cardamom seeds Next the earthy taste Of the potato Embracing the gently sweet taste Of the spinach Still with its vital life giving audacity. The rice is the tender And savoury setting Of the mod...
“Come on Rosa,” Esperanza calls from the road hoping her voice will reach over the high wall that guards the house. “Are you ready?” Rosa flings her reboso around her head and shoulders to protect herself from the glaring Mexican sun and emerges from the strong metal door into the dusty street, her plastic sandals flip flopping against her feet. “Remember Rosa, I want to see the painting in Cortes Palace before we meet Co...
