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| The Wilderness at Dusk | |
| By Sunny | ||||||||
| 07 May 2007 | ||||||||
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I've been working on this for a couple of years now. No one's ever read it - guess because I'm scared it's rubbish. But I'm wondering if I should include it with my course portfolio now. Was thinking it might make a good kid's book, with illustration? Any feedback would be so much appreciated. As raindrops tickled my bulldog nose An angel receded and asked, “Who knows?” “Who knows of what?” the robin said. “Of life and love and peanut butter sandwiches.” “Too-true, too-wit, too-true” Owl quipped, And pinched the sunshine from my grip. And hop-along, met on the path, cried “Where to now? Oh dare I ask! Arduous tracks, both left and right, and both look steep and cobbled!” He nibbled along, longingly, I searched both ways and finally, “I see a twinkle in those blue eyes…” “Oh aye,” I said, “indeed my eyes see both ways go for miles and miles and troubled fate gently smiles.” “Oh please!” Green rabbit cried and cried, “I am afraid I have denied myself some patience and I am weary.” (Indeed, my feet were seemingly fearing.) “Oh well,” I sighed, and scooped him up into my arms and grinned reply, “Tomorrow seems so far away, but dewdrops prickle the savoury night, We’ll never know until we try.” And then, “Oh aye!” good robin cried, “You do not seem to feel the power That lives in night, in this dark hour. Imaginings of day, scoff them away, Allow your dreams to roam, to play!” The great oak wood, she bent and smiled, She grinned away our proud denial And so it was my blue-eyed star shone bright, though not for long, afar and nestled deep within desire I slept along the log wood fire Inside the cottage of starred roof My mind amend, my peace the proof Of patience in the Wilderness.
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