Somewhere in the deep wooded Sherwood Forest lies a school – in it the young students have to compete to reveal life long secrets that are too powerful for them to learn. But learn them they do.
What happens when that time arrives and the vengeful head mistress Mrs Blackfruit and her sidekick the deputy head Mr Thornby decide to step in using their own version of punishment on the 5 students who band to together to form the Pentagon Pirate Gang.
Listen how the story unfolds here…
On a random sunny afternoon, sometimes thoughts, ideas, musings from the past, present and future merge as you look skyward. The deepest blue sky and potent yellowy sun start to speak to you in rhyme. So you close your eyes and respond in kind…maybe with something like this…
Sitting in the afternoon sun
I breathe deeply with heat on my back
Not a cloud my eyes can see
My pet dog lies strewn with comfort
The trees sway this way and that
Their shadow cast spookily across my lawn
A small insect escapes the blades
As I watch it struggling to find a path
To dream as I do
It only happens when the sky is eternally blue
A cool breeze refuses to share it’s energy
And supply me, my dog with sufficient air
To feel my dreams develop beyond
An horizon that is impossible to view
How the mind works to supply hope
To those who dare to dream
When sky becomes eternally blue
Radiating heat from the sun
Splatters on my face
On my back on my neck
It’s the suns way of a loving embrace
Yes I dream still of nothing
Into the eternal blue yonder
To find no answers as such
Light years from perdition
I hope and can only wonder
Enjoying the reflective glare
Squinting with delight not derision
My blue sky that is above me;
Could it mean I’m looking;
Directly into the heavens?
A star; yes the celestial being
A yellow ball of sublime heat
And perfunctory light
I sit here to worship your power
With every bone and sinew
The blue sky motivates the thinker
Metastasises the brain like an engine
Churns thoughts, hopes, the unseen shadow
Eyes open wide now as the truth
Waits for you unbidden
So I guess it’s time to wish
The new year I hope will spark
New beginnings, a new healthy dish
Hard work maybe, with a little walk in the park
Bright, positive hopes
Coupled with realistic plans
No flight, keep the fight to cope
Resist the temptation for the’beer cans’
Upward, onward, hoisted on the expectant breeze
2017 is our story yet to be written
Delivery of your goal is yours to seize
We reach our targets as we are smitten
Hooked onto the unexpected
Galvanise all of our effort and time
Never let our family, role,survival be neglected
Live our lives, day by day as a rhyme…
JW Nelson
December 31, 2016
Pretext –
My daughter is 7 years old and whilst we are on a school term break, she has to learn and recite from memory a poem she chosen from several handed out by her class teacher. she chose beautifully written poem called Yuck. Here I attempt (in my own innocent style) a similar themed prose that tries to hit the same marks, based on the inspired choice ( I might add) of poem originally selected. Here goes…
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MESS!
You all have to learn to wipe
When you visit the loo
I’m fed up of getting my hands
Anywhere near your poo…
You’ve just eaten some raw egg
Now a mouth full of jam, stale milk and beans
I can see that you’re about to cough
And I know just what that means
A shower of yuckie food
Flying through the air
Luckily I moved just in time
The MESS only caught my hair!
Looking after all of you
Involves a lot of stress
It doesn’t mean I don’t love you
I could do without the MESS!
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