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A Mother's Warning (short story)
One summer’s day my children (5 & 7) went fishing with me by a fast moving river.
On the banks grew tall grass, and on the rivers edge were dainty blue flowers
As we stood fishing my daughter came up to me holding a small bunch of flowers.
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There is a tattered wooden hedged box.
Small hands hold it open in the sunlight.
Inside a chimed melody.
A little ballerina twirls in front of a diamond shaped mirror.
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The Merry-Go-Round starts to turn as Bachs’ Toccata Adagio and figure in C begins to play.
It slowly picks up speed as the tempo rises.
Up and down in a circular motion, the brightly ornamented horses begin their pace.
Steadily they arrive to a rushing stampede.
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Little fairy slipper where is your owner?
Did the fairy wearing you only loose this one slipper?
Is he/she close by?
Is he/she spying on me with little eyes?
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There was an old woman who owned a flower shop in a small village.
The woman had a unique heritage.
She came from a long line of fortune telling gypsies that predicted many great loves and tragedies.
Many villagers came to her seeking answers for their personal affairs.
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In the meadow a lazy stream flows through cattail reeds of green.
Swallows dart through the sky weaving through the air currents as they fly.
A Meadow Lark, perched on a fence pole, sings melodies from its heart and soul.
Starlings flock in unison as they fly forming a fluttering mass in the sky.
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Not to Ponder
The rabbit jumps into its’ hole.
It doesn’t think why.
The storm rolls through the sky.
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Yards of cloth weaved on a loom.
Thread together time.
Woven dreams entwined.
Nibble figure tips grace.
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Pretty Polly had raven black hair, eyes of blue, red rosy lips and skin so fair.
She fell in love with a rambling man.
He told her my mind is to marry and never depart the first time I saw you it wounded my heart.
Before we get married some pleasure to seek.
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A fog consumes the wood.
The mind becomes confused.
Seek the path of the heart.
Listen closely to the stream.
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May this rainy day wash way the sorrows of today.
Drizzling drops mingle with my tears and dilute my fears.
Heal my wounds and renew hope and dreams.
With hands held high I beckon the cloudy sky.
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The prince of light took his bow and then he turned away in a shroud.
The king of peace was born and embraced the world alone.
War is at hand.
It races across the land.
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Wisdom is not to be gained.
To learn is divine.
Knowledge will set you free.
Seek and you shall receive.
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Shimmering light, rippling reflections, folding layers, the small rivers’ waters’ gently rapid white.
They mirror while gliding over smooth graveled, muddied beds feathered by aquatic forests that sway in a uni-cent dance, where the small watery creatures find refuge and feed.
Behind the boulders, just after the rapids’ shoots lay bigger pools where inland salmon leer, weaving their bodies against a steady push, shaded by the rivers edge, fallen log or sturdy bush, waiting patiently for a meal to come by or to snatch it from the sky.
Dappled, trickling, and lightly popping sounds fill the air as the water presents its’ fare.
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A new chapter has opened in your life.
We’ve seen you grow from a infant to a wife.
We have watched you carry your son, for nine months, without complaining much.
You’ve always made your own way,
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A pretty young girl with flowers in her hair meets a man with a crooked smile.
She falls in love with his wit and style.
He asks for her hand and she gives her consent.
Through the years they endure hardship but their love is constant.
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Little balls of silky white grow on stems of green in the sun light.
They are made of dainty parasails that carry wishes on them when they sail.
They float away to imaginary places that bring smiles to the children’s faces.
Wishes floating through the air take care.
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L<3ve endures all things.
L<3ve rejoices with the truth.
L<3ve comforts.
L<3ve is gentle and does not anger.
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kara towe Biography
I love horses and feel that my spirit has attributes very much like a horse. I identify myself and others to horses, for instance, I wonder what breed of horse someone might be. I am a Blanketed Appaloosa. I enjoy art, music, movies, crafts, painting, drawing, gardening, writing, fishing, camping, walks, studying nature, cooking, baking, and look forward to time with family and friends.)
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A Mother's Warning
A Mother's Warning (short story)
One summer’s day my children (5 & 7) went fishing with me by a fast moving river.
On the banks grew tall grass, and on the rivers edge were dainty blue flowers
As we stood fishing my daughter came up to me holding a small bunch of flowers.
She asked, what kind of flowers are these?
My son also wanted to know.
I recognized that the flowers were Forget-me-not.
She replied, why are they called Forget-me-not.
So, I told them this story;
There was once a brave and noble knight in shining armor, that loved, very much, a beautiful maiden, he had to go away to war to fight to save the maiden, and her family who lived in a castle.
The knight asked her what do you want me to give you before I go to war.
She said, those pretty blue flowers that grow by the river’s edge.
So the knight said, I will get them for you, my love.
The knight walked to the river’s edge to pick the pretty blue flowers.
He slipped into the river while holding the flowers he picked.
His armor filled with water.
He began to sink deeper and deeper in to the water, while he was sinking, he called out Forget me not, and then he drowned.
The last thing the maiden saw of him was his hand held up holding the flowers.
After hearing this story, my daughter replied, it’s so sad.
I said it is, and I told them to look closely at the petals shaped like little blue tears.
While they were looking deep into the flowers, I said, don’t ever get to close to the water because you could fall in and drown, even the strong knight could not escape being killed by the water. Those petals are his tears, for losing his love and life. Remember the brave and noble knight, and never get to close to the river. Then with a fading echoing voice, I said, forget -me- got, forget- me- not....
I told my children this story to scare them away from the river’s edge so they wouldn’t fall into the water, and drown.
It worked! They never stood or played too close to the river’s edge again.
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