DAY 18 - June 10, 2018

SECRETS

Artist - Julie Morstad - found on Pinterest under blog:  thejealouscurator.com

A young boy stood in his dory

In the early morning glow

He was saddened and was sorry

By the secrets he buried below

His stories safely concealed

Consumed by the swaying grass

He desperately wanted to appeal

But he knew forever would last

Along came a lovely black swan

Attached to a girl on a string

They saw the sad boy on the pond

And thought it appropriate to sing

"We know you have a story,

But we don't know what it is

We hope it's not too gory

So let us eat Cheese Whiz"

"Our teacher breathes under water

With a school inside his beard

This man says he's our father

Which seems a little weird."

"Release whatever made you sad

You don't need it any way

Slap on a smile, don't be mad

Hurry now....it's time for us to play!"

They honked and they giggled

And the boy began to smile

The boy just wiggled and jiggled

And became happy after awhile

So the moral of this story...

Let go what you don't need

Enjoy each morning glory

And a wonderful day you'll lead

© Sherry Irvine – June 10, 2013

DAY 11 - June 3, 2013

ABIGAIL - my newest little cousin

Angels are born in heaven
But some are born right here
Irresistibly delightful
Goodness she's a dear
Apple of her Daddy's eye
I'm sure her Poppa's too
Lighting up the Carter's sky

and this is my song to you...love cousin Sherry xoxo

SWEET THING!

Days 10 & 11 - June 2 & 3, 2013

A CHILDREN'S STORY

Image from Google Images

MO & JO

There once was a horse name Mo

And his friend, the Spider named Jo

Who sat on his ear

Whispering stories he could hear

of adventures high and low

It's a strange site to see

(and while God blessed)

They were friends nonetheless

While the horse played free

The spider did weave

A story of love for the quest

They closed all their eyes

'Til they could see light inside

Where things are made up

Including the nuts

And colourful thoughts did arise

And this is where they went:

The mountain grew blue corn

Because it snowed every morn

It quivered and quaked

In the dark wide awake

Then warmed when the sun was born

Downtown to the Valley of Meadows

Wild flowers smile and glow

The butterflies dance

And rainbows prance

While the fairies and gnomes hang low

They drank purple tea

From the roots of the trees

It was poured and it fell

Into cups of blue bells

Sweetened by songs of the bees

They walked through a forest

While whistling a chorus

The birds chirped a tune

On top of sand dunes

And they met a dude named Doris

Beside the River Knox

They looked for gold chalk

But there's no such thing

So they continued to sing

Then called for pizza in a box

In the land of the Sleepy Sun

The day almost done

They warmed by the fire

Made of dreams of desire

And they slept on a bag of buns

The next day they awoke

To the sound of a croak

Mo found his voice

so Jo had no choice

And gave him a facebook poke

Then they opened their eyes

And became quite surprised

The story was dear

The ending was clear

As they finished their sherry pie.

The End

© Sherry Irvine – June 3, 2013