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Twas the Day Before Summer

Twas the night before summer
and all through the house
all the kids were jumping
even my spouse!

The bikes were pumped
and the lawns were mowed
the chalk was opened
to write hopscotch code.

My house was a disaster
with mud in every nook
all the shoes in disaray
not a coat on a hook

Try as I might I just
could not get my kids
to pick up anything
not even toy lids!

Then a commotion met my ear,
little Rachel had fallen down
She had tried to copy Jason
Who was being a big clown.

The crying stopped everyones
big summer rush
poor little Jason, soon his tears
started to gush.

I picked up little Rachel
I held her closely tight
I dried her little tears
and made everything right.


Amidst all the summer glee
I learned that the mess
was not that important
but to be childlike was blessed.

Twas the night before summer
and all through the house
All the kids were jumping
even my husbands spouse.

** Based on Twas the night before christmas

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Grow

On those days that changed your life, the days that we were born
You promised us eternally that you would help us grow
To guide us with your big strong hands, to help us you had sworn
How now, what we would be like, well, that you could not know
 
You tickled us to make us laugh
You held us when we cried
You worked so hard day and night
For your family to provide
 
When we would cry all night long
When we’d break something someway
When we would say “that isn’t fair”
You would say “I love you anyway”
 
Now we are on our own
And we would just like to let you know
That we are who we are today
Because you promised us eternally to help us grow.

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Aunt Bett

She stands in front
A class wide eyed
She tells a cloth story
Her smile face wide

She stands in water
The beach behind
Her face to heaven
Her eyes so kind

She kneels on soil
Her mind disclosure
The solemn wish
“Lord takeover”

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Loudest Words Spoken

There was once I knew an eccentric woman,
Though some may have called her strange,
Her actions were the loudest words spoken,
Each person she met experienced a change.

For some it may have been passing,
For others a lifelong trek.
For help she never was asking
On others she’d rather check.

Her love for her family and friends
Was more than words can express
To each event she was bound to attend
And she always had the best dress.

Though she is in heaven, smiling from above,
I’ll always remember that eccentric woman
Who taught me that family was a labor of love
And that actions were the loudest words spoken.

~ In loving memory of Mary Lee Weiler

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Shana and Shano Part I

I leaned back and rubbed my work – weary 
eyes as the stress of teaching left my
mind. 

The children were playing a few yards away from me.
Their cheerful laughter could easily be heard above the
din of voices.

I checked on them briefly, then turned to the sky that 
stretched out in a seamless blue. Occasional clouds
floated by.

It was a beautiful day to be out. I was glad that I had decided
to take a break from work and bring the kids to the park. My
husband agreed whole hearted

The children had jumped at the opportunity to go 
play there; though it didn’t have much for play
equipment.

Despite the slight sheen of rust on the slide and
the dull pin pricks on the wood swing, the kids loved the
decrepit playground.

However if the parents ever found out what the children did
on the fallen play ground, they would be most 
certainly be shocked at the manner of it all. For those
 parents had no notion of what those children hid.	
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
I looked at my twin in earnest. He had to understand.
In order to save Lishon  I had to go. Just had
to.

The river flowed before us with a vengeance. It was as if the
water was displeased with the rocks and it had taken upon
itself to punish them.

Jorden looked at me sadly at the thought of jumping.
 He knew that it would cost me my life if I 
did.

“You just can’t Clarisa. If you jump the Noli  will take over
Lishon and without you at the archers command they
will vanquish us.”

“Yes, but if the river is not quieted, our armies will drown.
As the Shana  of the sea I must have control: just as you must
control the evergreen and the willow.”

“That’s different and you know it. The sea is fickle and 
will turn its tide with little concern but to toss you from 
its grave.”

“Jorden I must do what I must and not you, nor 
the Noli, nor the Glifon , nor even the Great Shuka  can 
stop me.”

“Watch what you say Clarisa or the Great Shuka will
stop you.” Jorden’s features softened after this warning. 
He knew.

I looked at my twin affectionately. For all that he
was, Shano  of all trees and animals on land, he was
still my brother.

“Should I not return, defend Lishon with all you have. If
all goes well the frilena  shall bloom once more in Lishon’s
courtyard.”

Jorden’s eyes glimmered like the wisps of freed droplets
from the surge of the cataclysmic rapids that was once calm.
He knew.

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Shana and Shano Part Ii

I turned away and faced the crashing white rapids. My
evergreen hunting dress whipped in the wind with my
copper hair.

I took a deep breath and jumped. I felt the spray
before the crushing force of the furious river of Ashtira .
I knew.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
The crashing Ashtira swallowed Clarisa up like a 
famished Lunadford  scourges a helpless fox before 
a feast.

I don’t know how long I stood there before the Seeker  placed 
his firm hand gently on my shoulder. I looked up to see
his concern.

“Where is Clarisa Shana? The Chinook  whispered that she
was with you and in some marvellous peril,” he spoke
with care.

Despite the fact that I was Shano, I still had a keen 
friendship with the Seeker. It was perfectly normal to
break down.

He wrapped his solid arms around me in a protective way that
he always did whenever I needed someone, for big matters or
small.

“Come now young Shano. Dry those tears. Clarisa Shana did 
what she had to in order to save Lishon. She knew this day 
would come.”

His wisdom did nothing to salve my hurt but I knew that 
he spoke the truth. It was only because of this that
I quieted.

“Come. The time to grieve is not now. The Kwana  are gathering and 
they need you to be on the ready for battle. We need you now
more than ever.

“Aye Seeker. You say the time to grieve is later but now is the best  
time. I will use my grief to vanquish the Noli and spread their ashes
in the Ashtira.

“Still your blade Shano. To use grief for your sister as 
a tool in war is to shame her. It will be a murders victory,
not a warrior.

I felt shame for what I had said. To 
wield the power of Shano is to be merciful. I
should have known.

The Seeker put his hand on my head and tousled my 
hair. I was his Shano but he was like my father in many
ways.

“Come.”

A legion of Noli faced the entrance of Lishon, while
the Kwana (who were half the enemy) sat in the courtyard.
Waiting.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
I was tossed as far as the River of Ashtira could
throw me. My breath left me as I landed with a 
brash blow.

My breath came back in spurts. My heart stumbled with 
my constant effort to start my breathing. Why couldn’t
I get air?

As if she had always been there the Spoken  appeared 
beside me. She placed her webbed hand on my chest.
Air.

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Shana and Shano Part Iii

“What…happened…to…me? What…ab…ab…”
Despite my new found breath, my speech was weak 
and lacking.

“Hush little one.” A soft spoken voice was heard 
though she did not move her mouth to say the
words.

“You are safe now. Ashtira is calm. You have
done what you were set to do in your quest.
Hush.”

I closed my eyes and let myself slip slowly 
to sleep. It felt wonderful to finally
relax.

When I woke up I felt better than I had in 
a lifetime. I slowly sat up and looked around.
Quiet.

When I saw the Ashtira River I smiled. The once violent
vengeful river was now the soothing, gentle brook that it
was once known as. 

When I looked down I gasped. My once
evergreen hunting dress was now a light sea-blue.
I knew.

I got up as a person on a mission. I ran and dove
into the water, unafraid of what might happen.
I could breath. 

I swam all the way to Lishon. When I came out 
of the river I noticed that the Noli were readying 
for battle.

I smiled slightly and went back into the river.
I sat serenely at the bottom and closed my
eyes.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
The screams came after an hour of waiting. The Kwana
jumped to their feet on my command. I squinted trying 
to see.

Like lightning a wall of water crashed into the
gates of Lishon and stopped. It was as if an invisible 
shield stopped the water.

Out of the wall stepped a single figure. She was
garbed in sea-blue and her copper hair dry as day.
I knew.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
It was starting to get dark so I went to get Jorden and Clarisa. They 
looked up as I beckoned them to come and  they ran over as only
children could.

“It’s starting to get late, let’s head home.” There was none
of the usual arguments from the children. We donned our coats 
and  left.

	What the parent did not know was that beneath the fun of child
	play, there lay a Shana and Shano who made the world a better place
for all who cared to live. Once more the frilena would bloom in Lishon’s 
	court yard as they once had.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
The story could be told in many ways,
with different plot lines and different endings.
what matters is not the setting or the plot
but the characters themselves. 
In some way every child has their own 
fairy-tale land that they are the hero’s of.
This story is particularly dear to me.
For you see, I was Shana and my brother was
Shano.

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Arms of Thee

 Tonight I shall sleep alone,
for my last and final time,
and let my dreams set the tone
until the morning chime.

But when the next I sleep
I shall hear you softly breath, 
and bless the Lord my soul to keep,
I shall sleep in the arms of thee.

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The Ol' Story Teller

“Tell me a story,”
The ol' story teller said.
“Fill it with glory
Through which I can be led.”

“Tell me a journey,”
The ol' story teller asked.
“Where do they start firstly?
Which villain is masked?”

“Tell me a quest,”
The ol' story teller encouraged.
“What experience attested?
What fears acknowledged?”

“I’ll tell you a story,”
I did so reply.
“I’ll fill it with glory
Such that none can deny.”

“I’ll tell you a journey,”
I did so say.
“With a villain so thorny,
Only One can slay.”

“I’ll tell you a quest,”
I did so tell.
“of amazing love impress
Or so I will foretell.”

“But be very careful,”
I did so warn.
“This story is wonder-filled
The listener may be reborn.”

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To Laugh

 To laugh means to cry
To cry means to sorrow
To sorrow means to loose
To lose means to gain
To gain means to smile
To smile means to laugh