Wednesday, February 24, 2010
Beautiful Song
Sunday, February 21, 2010
Lost and Found
by Cloe (Granddaughter)
The summer before last (2008) my friend Sam and I were bug catching. We were at the archery shoot and we were waiting for our turn to go out shooting. So, we were just sitting there on a rock and I noticed a spider just sitting there on a shed. I said, Sam, let’s go catch that spider. And she said, all right, but we will need a bottle. And then I got an old water bottle that I had used yesterday. We took a pen and we hit the bottle with it to make holes in it, but it didn’t work. Finally Dad got out his pocket knife and stabbed holes in the bottle so the spider could breathe. Some of the holes were too big, so we had to put some little clover flowers in them. Then we put some grass in the bottle, a couple of sticks and some rocks. The spider kept moving around, so Sam put her hands around it and I put the bottle into her hands over the spider, and the spider climbed in. We took the bottle to our camper, and then we went out for our turn at archery shooting. When we came back it was almost dark. Sam went back to her camper next to ours and we both fell asleep. When we woke up in the morning Sam came over and we were checking the bugs that we caught. When we got to the spider’s bottle, the spider (Charlotte) wasn’t in it. And then we heard my little sister Kati scream and we ran back to where she was sleeping in the camper. The spider was sitting on Kati’s lap. And so I got a big book (Harry Potter) and I started smacking Kati’s lap. And then the spider was sitting there and it’s legs were all over the place and there was blood on the blanket and on Kati’s pants (spider’s blood). Then Sam and I said, in chorus, may Charlotte rest in pieces.
THE TRUE END
Monday, February 15, 2010
Birds - February 14, 2010
They were so quiet and plentiful;
they looked like leaves which the wind picked up
and moved from one resting place to another in a sudden gust.
Quietly so quietly
the small birds flutter by
and blend right in with background
turned upon a time...
Young lives are like that, flighting,
jumps and starts, some sky,
yet closest staying to background
as if it a watchful eye.
Up! Those with wings of Spirit!
Go with the Wind as high
as breath of Life will take you
above the lowland's light...
(There is a light to darkness,
seen differently at times;
but in the heavens, shined by Grace
soar those whose background...died.
A background, raw, gives comfort less
than when seemed perfect. Light
is dim under bandages.
But unbound a bird takes flight...)
Take flight!...make visible your Hope
to young lives, and old alike.
The Wind blows here, and over there
fluttering hearts and minds.
Young lives are giving treasures, rare
though plentiful, and quiet...
a card, hand-drawn, a smile, a prance...
rare fleeting chance to lift them higher.
Copyright (c) 02.14.10 - Linda L. Brown
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