In a Place Called Sun

Long, long ago in a village called Sun Tales were told and stories were spun, Near a campfire where sweet meats were cooked And everyone listened whilst Mr Moon looked. The Owl and The Pussy Cat the wise man had told That story was dear and worthy of gold, Cinderella was famous for cats loved what they heard Admired by many including bluebird. Though of all the tales by the old and the young With dancing of scenes and songs they had sung, A fable had fallen right to the red Earth Which glittered glow green from beautiful birth. Great turtle took height with bold book and a bell All had gone quiet under his spell, He sneezed once then twice and cheered with a chime 'My story is grand, My story is mine… Believe this or not once I was small Smaller than most, most of y’all, And when I was born under the sands All was connected, unified lands. Under the stars I emerged from my nest Born with a shell naturally dressed, Oh, how I was proud with my shorter length tail Until I was stuck on a large piece of shale. As my brothers and sisters left for blue sea I was alone poor little me, Though I dreamt of the seaweed being nightgown I just happened to be upside down. Flapping my flippers, I tried to get loose When along came a soldier Mr Grey Goose' ‘Security Honk!’ he yelled with a shriek Then lifted me upright with his smooth beak. 'Thank You so much, Thank You my friend I thought my long journey was going to end, Then you came along and saved my sweet life If it were not for you, I’d still be in strife'. Then he honked very loud and stated real clear No problem young hatchling this is your year To swim in the ocean without any fear, Growing bigger and stronger with sisters and brothers And during your journey you will help others… No matter the yarn in Moonlight or Sun Good times will happen when kind deeds are done.