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  1. bob

    The Carousel

    After a strenuous day, you may find yourself dreaming about mystical, enchanted worlds, with strange friendly creatures. Images of the mind, seem to help lessen our burdens that accumulated during our daily encounters. Dreams can relax the mind, and prepare us to face the real world of the next day. With practice we can actually train the mind to repeat this process on a regular basis. The Carousel It’s been an exhausting day, not a thing went right, Work had been demanding, I needed sleep tonight. My head pressed the pillow, covers are pleasantly warm, Eyes close, my mind drifts...a dream begins to form. Children enter a Carousel House, anticipation on their face. They came to ride the animals, within that sheltered place. Calliope music is carefree, trumpets and cymbals are loud, Rat-a-tat-tat of snare drums, mingle with the crowd. The ride seems very short, excitement is on the rise; When the Carousel stops, disappointment fills their eyes. Faces change constantly, children stream through the door, Music starts...the Carousel turns; the ride begins once more. Deeper tugs my slumber, on anxieties of the day, Visions I dreamed of, melted slowly and drifted away. The Carousel lingers, yet it’s different some how, Music stopped, children are gone, what will happen now? It's evening...lights are out, the door is finally closed. Pale light awash on dusty windows; a golden moon arose. Magic dust is everywhere, glittering in moonbeam light, In swirling currents and eddies...Oh...such a gala sight! From depths of dark shadows, they hasten into view. Tiny Elves; Gnomes, and Goblins, just to mention a few. Sprites; Fairies; Nymphs and Brownies...none are left behind; Munchkins; Leprechauns; Pixies, and Imps; beings of every kind. These creatures of reverie, are not frightened by my size. I am caught in a fantasy, I can't believe my eyes. Hark! is that music, I hear it from within? The Carousel has come to life...a ride is about to begin. Outstretched hands lead me, into a friendly throng, Music is silvery-sweet, but...I won't remember the song. Voices titter and giggle, they hasten to catch a ride. When all are in their places, magic happens inside. It matters not I am different; we delight in every ride, I feel slightly giddy, with strange friends at my side. Oh to soon...morning light arrests my nighttime vision, The fantasy dream is fading...ending that transition. Images of my slumber, quickly vanish from my mind. Sunlight jangles my memory, erasing each and every kind. Anxieties I had of yesterday, are magically washed away. I feel rested and full of energy, it’s time to start another day. YarnSpinner copyright 2013
  2. bob

    The Man in Red

    An ode to a mystrious man we know very little about, yet we trust his integrity, kindness, and generosity. The Man in Red What can I say about this man dressed in red Who slips into my home while I am in bed. He enters my domain, not using a light Making nary a sound to cause anyone fright. My children were sleeping, snuggled and warm, Safe and sound from a cold winter storm. Our dog laid silent, in front of the fire, As he appeared in his bright winter attire. I know that Missy would stand her ground, Yet when he arrived, she made not a sound. What is unique about this rotund man, Who enters a house, when no one else can. We think of him special...we invite him here, Awaiting his arrival, year after year. Anxious children plan for this day, Hoping for presents, before he goes away. They left milk and cookies for him to eat, He left a note of thanks, for a tasty treat, Then busied himself near the Christmas tree Placing surprises for them, Momma and Me Christmas morning was a day of good cheer, Opening gifts, toys and surprises here. The cheerful man is Santa Clause, He's known for charity, and love without pause. ...and a card he left, for Momma and I She read with tear drops in her eyes. Do not to forget what day this is, Our Savior's birthday...please celebrate His. Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year To One and All YarnSpinner copyrright 2015
  3. In a couple of days I am on my way to see my granddaughters, here is something I wrote to entertain them. It is a Madsong. Silly Rabbit Today I stroked a hare and felt his furry coat so silky soft and then he coughed and ran off with a goat. I know I saw a toad he hopped into my bed with slimey skin he jumped right in and made me bump my head. I smelled a cow just now. How did she get in here? With cloven hooves and bellowed moo's she stopped by for some cheer. I think I heard that rabbit, his loppy ears so long, with twitching nose and wiggle toes and singing a silly song. I made a savory stew, though won't make it a habit with lots of spice it turned out nice I ate that silly rabbit.
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