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He was shorter than us. Scrawny. Freckles around his lumpy, mushroom nose.

He walked to school alone.

We would hide by his fence and pelt him with leftovers from dinner.

By his locker, we jeered. Rained occasional blows on rounded shoulders. Watched as his face slowly turned the color of ripe tomatoes.

One day, he didn’t come. Not to his fence; not to his locker.

The others saw his mother on television. I saw her eyes gaunt with grief.

They saw his father. I, the tears his father shed.

They moved on to new targets.

It’s just me now, standing here, alone.
The mountain praises You with its height
The valley worships You with its river
At the glory of Your rugged cliffs
And at the soaring eagle, I shiver

Your forests shout Your name
The rocks cry out in song
If the smallest sparrow knows You reign
Then why did I fight that for so long?

The pine clings to the steep mountainside
And the hawk feels secure in flight
So Lord, in my fear and doubt,
Please be my shelter tonight.
from the Rocky Mountains, Colorado
 Jun 2014 Judypatooote
Louise
~

If I could come to you ..

be there for you
speak no words,
just hold you
in my arms,
place my hand in yours ..

I would



If I could be there ..

let you know
with my eyes
that all will be well,
just sit with you ..

I would



If I could be at your side

take your pain,
caress the hurt,
kiss your tears
with my hand on your heart ..

I would

~
The daffodils;
Pristine yellow
With a soft white hue.
A cup for the fairies
Evening tea for two.
Dancing in the peaceful breeze
In a synchronized tango with
The deciduous trees.
Gold dipped rays,
Seep through the clouds,
As this stormy day,
Draws to a close.
No need to cower,
The storm is over.
Songs are books;
They share a story that is meaningful,
and personal,
etched into the lyrics themselves.
They tell of disaster and triumph,
loss and love,
happiness and sorrow,
often rolled into one.
Although the meaning
may be hidden just out of sight,
with a little time and effort
the plot will become easier to pinpoint.
Cause if you listen to the words
behind that melody,
you will find the hidden meaning,
the plot of this songs
story.
 Jun 2014 Judypatooote
Sam Kirk
Curse you
bad habits
I have bitten my fingernails down to the nub

Curse you
bad habits
I cannot shut my mouth
and words spill out

Curse you
bad habits
food calls my name
so I eat and eat

Curse you
bad habits
my hair is just about dead
I have dyed it so much

Curse you
bad habits
I've found a love so strong
and I'll never let go

Curse you
bad habits.
i dreamt of the carnivals caravan
dreamt of the wild rose who dwelt there
enchanter of strange spells under
the quick moon flying in clouds high up
beyond fingertips reach
enchanter of rich tapestry within moonlight
of compassion's gentlest light
her sweet smiles embraces all

the caravan laid up roadside for the night
and she spread out her blanket
with her hoops she would spin the stars upon
with her hoops she would spin her magic and song
she picked a bead from her woven hair
and set it like a jewel in the center of my world
and with gentlest grin
did ask if i wished to be lost or found
knowing not which to be i let her choose
and wrapping the hoops round her
she spun the song of seasons feast
she wove the tale from fabric of starlight and roses

in the morning light
i awoke to the last carriage of the caravan
cresting distant hill like a the last piece of dream fading
i had been set loose like a strange ship on a strange sea
to find my destiny in the wild western lands
where a dark dusky angel would
take me into her song
where i would find a ship to set sail
for the lost edens tale
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