The Royal Child revisited and The palace gardenr speaks

Another go at the poem " The Royal Child

The Royal Child

Her name was whispered in the halls, as slowly she walked by
And so she wondered what it was, that caused the sound so shy.
What had she done, just who was she that they made such a fuss?
She was a pleasant child she thought and not a gloomy guss.

Was it the time that Robert came and pulled her by the hair?
She didn’t holler, no not she, but calmly she did bear
Then she took him by the arm, threw him soundly on the ground
And gave him a good pound.

Or maybe it’s the time she took,a llizard from the rocky wall.
And placed it on her tutor’s chair which caused the teacher then to bawl.
The teacher cried and cried and ran
Then no one came to tutor Ann.

At any rate she walked the hall, the royal hall at home.
And when she walked she didn’t care,
what they thought when they did stare
Cause she was left alone.

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Let me tell you I don't know what the queen was thinking when she bought this place. "Looks pretty in the trees." Indeed. Does she have to rake the endless leaves that fall from the "pretty trees"? I think not. Do you know HOW many bags of leaves I took to the woods in back of the palace. I lost count at about 20.

And, you know what? I can't even get a proper garden started for the blasted roots from the "pretty trees". Just goes to show you, queens should not be allowed to buy palaces based on looks alone. But then, they never consult me, I'm just the palace gardener.

Don't know

I feel like I need to write, need to post, but just don't know what to say. So much time and energy goes into teaching, and family. I get to the point I feel like I am all bottled up. I also feel like I am just at a creative block again. Probably because I am again not getting a lot of rest. I think I logged 6 hours of sleep last night, then I went to teach this morning.

I went to a Linda Rief workshop on Monday and learned some new teaching techniques. Because of this my 3rd period class had a wonderful discussion about the poem "The Wreck of the Hesperus." I felt like we had the best class time we have had in a while.

So, maybe I will write some more tonight, or maybe this weekend. Just wanted to say hi to friends in Cyberspace.

Blooming

Everywhere here flowers are in bloom. It is no longer dark when I set out for school in the morning and the drive is spectacular.

Main street in town is filled with tulips, yellow and white, showing themselves off in their owners yards. A canopy of blooming white trees greets my drive down the street. Their branches touch overhead. I love to drive this street. Forsythia, planted in rows beside some of the houses, grow untamed in their golden splendor. I want to do a pastel painting of them. It puts me in a happy mood to just go to work.

Spring is wonderful. I tried to post a picture of some of my artwork, but it didn't work, I shall have to work on that.

In other news I have applied for a new job. The official titile is "performing arts coordinator." It would entail creating the calendar for our school system's performing arts center, and doing the advertising/media releases for shows. I would love this. My current teaching situation is so stressful. I "might" get a call next week for an interview.

The Royal Child

Her name was whispered in the halls,
As she walked slowly by.
And so she wondered what it was,
That caused the sound so shy.

What had she done, just who was she
To hearken such a fuss.
‘Twas it the morn upon the hill, when she would pick the daffodil?
That caused such gloomy guss .

Or maybe twas when Robert came.
And pulled her by the hair.
She didn’t holler, no not she.
But calmly she did bare.

And then she took him by the arm.
Whilst throwing him upon the ground.
While grownups looked on askance .
And stood about them round.

Or maybe twas the time she took.
A lizard from the rocky wall.
And placed on her tutor’s chair.
Which caused her teacher thus to bawl.

At any rate she walked the hall.
The royal hall at home.
And when she walked she didn’t care, what others thought when they did stare.
For she was left alone.


This does need work, but I am too tired tonight to work on it.

Reborn

Reborn.

It’s been raining in my soul for weeks,
For I have been “under the weather.”
It started slowly at first.
Small drops filtering down until,
I no longer could stand.
Then the storms appeared,
Full of lightning pain,
And I feared I would not make it through,
The stormy night.

Eventually,
The storm cleared,
And to my amazement,
Small flowers of hope are appearing.
Like the small velvet purple violets that are blooming,
In my backyard.
I want to run,
Play,
Write,
Draw,
And live again,
Reborn.

Alive again

I am SOOOO much better. I was at the Dr. again this past week. He is sending me to specialist, but gave me the best anti-biotic.

The writing test wast today. HOOORAY IT IS OVER!!!

I feel like a three-thousand pound weight has lifted. I want to laugh, to dance, to write poetry, and stories again.

Hopefully more of that soon here.