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08 Friday Oct 2021
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18 Wednesday Aug 2021
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03 Saturday Apr 2021
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Cloaked in red, she stands in prayer
What lurks behind, she is unaware
Within her hands she holds the key
To unlock this forest’s mystery
But she is the only one to know
Will never let these secrets go
Though another lies in wait
For that perfect moment, unlock the fate
Of all who dwell within these woods
To release the forest’s ghostly goods
At last she senses, this maiden fair
Of who he is, she best beware
As he creeps closer, where she stands
And reaches out his unearthly hands
In hopes he can retrieve this key
Believes it belongs to only he
One more step, he is oh so near
And just like that, she disappears
Never able to uncover the mystery
It is locked away, the key, with she.
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07 Saturday Nov 2020
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The night falls
More quickly these days
In silence,
Draped in a choking haze
Outside, an owl
Screeches my name,
What is he saying?
What does he claim?
That I took the stars
And blackened the sky,
Says the moon doesn’t shine
And he wants to know why
Hear his cry,
Ear splitting, so unnerved
Surely this raptor
Is somewhat perturbed
Still I cannot see,
What he sees, in the dark
An ebony field,
Laid barren and stark
From the one thing
That has forsaken his land
The strike of a match,
By a human hand
He has lost his home,
His place to hide
His family, no longer
By his side
Taken down in a hail
Of smoke and flame
The owl, he weeps,
And I am to blame…
Author’s Note: Seven new large fires were reported 11/5/2020, three in Idaho, two in Kansas, and one each in Minnesota and Montana. Nationally, 36 large fires have burned 2.8 million acres. (source: National Interagency Fire Center). Before you flick that lit cigarette, or leave a campfire unattended and burning, think about how many lives you could be destroying, both wild and human.
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05 Monday Oct 2020
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The children journeyed near the forest house
She stood there, watching and waiting
Not making a sound, as quiet as a mouse
The witch thought this ever frustrating
All she wanted was to make a stew
The ingredients, of course, did matter
Children, she thought, ah! Something new
She would whip up a nice tasty batter
Douse them with flour, throw in some eggs
Mix it all up with her broomstick
Heads and arms, tangled feet and legs
Straight into the oven, she was quick
Closed the door tightly, then shouted with glee
“Yes! Yes!! Such a fanciful notion!”
“I once heard that children are very tasty,”
Then came a sound, quite the commotion!
Looking about, she spied her creations
Escaping, they ran, hurried, for the door
Sighing, the witch, now lacking elation
“Oh well, I’ll just wait for two more.”
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