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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Baxter was born in a meadow under a rotting plank with hundreds of brothers and sisters in a home both darkly and dank. His momma was a June Bug and he was a June Bug too, schooled in all the sorts of things that June Bugs love to do. He grew up fast, it was time to fly and leave his happy home, his momma went to the book case and pulled out a well worn tome. She read from a chapter called "Hazards" to each of her children dear, “Stay clear of birds when you’re flying or you won't last out the year." "And one more thing that you should know, and this you must absorb, beware of the light in the evening sky that's called the purple orb." So he left his home behind him, went flying all around, he saw some birds in the tree tops and headed right for the ground. After landing in the tall grass he met a stink bug named Dwight who told him wonderful stories of an light so purple and bright. "Forget now what your mother said, I'm here to set you straight, the orb is just a doorway, you know, it's like a gate." "When you enter into its brightness you're magically swept away to a lovely world of happiness where forever you can stay." So Baxter started searching, he looked both high and low and if he found the purple orb straight to it he would go. But the light was very clever, it kept its secret well, but Baxter kept on looking as if he was under a spell. Finally on an August eve just as darkness was appearing he spotted a distant purple glow across a meadow's clearing. "It must be the orb,” he said to himself, so he flew with all his might across the meadow with all due speed toward that beautiful purple light. Soon he hovered before it and bathed in its eerie glow, what wonders lay in store for him his mind could scarcely know. Gathering up his courage into the purple light he sped, crackle and zap was all he heard as he fell to the ground near dead. He lay in a growing pile of other bugs who'd seen a purple orb up in the sky, but it wasn't what it seemed. So if you meet a stink bug who goes by the name is Dwight don't believe the tales he tells of a beautiful purple light. Remember what Baxter's momma said, "and this you must absorb, beware of the light in the evening sky that's called the purple orb."
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