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"Alacrity Stone" <alacritystone@hotmail.com> wrote in message
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> "Horatio" <qwerty_h@hotmail.com> wrote in message
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> > Panda and the Dragon
> >
> > Fridays are no good for dragon slaying:
> > First there's weeding -
> > weaving fingers through the soil
> > and cabbage roots until the worms
> > come wiggling up and dangle,
> > flop into the coffee can for Sunday's fishing.
> >
> > Then the dogs, wheezing through
> > another hazy afternoon, letting
> > chops flow over paws until
> > they spill onto the packed earth
> > of the kennel - they need to chomp
> > and test the eye-rings of their tethers
> > lest their knees grow brittle
> > or the leather of their collars crack.
> >
> > Still there's Friday evening
> > cocoa, spooned from pan to
> > mug before it skins, and an afghan
> > blanket pulled up tight to chin,
> > balancing a tin of popcorn
> > for the 'Friday Mystery Theatre'.
> >
> >
> > Saturday's the day
> > to fetch the wombat armor,
> > cleave a thistle sword
> > and march -
> > past fields of loosestrife,
> > over shallow hills of clover,
> > down the ditch to where
> > the rusting graves of Ford DeSotos
> > pile, crowding lichened banks
> > of Guaryumpoo River.
> >
> > The brace of cold against
> > a bare-knee'd fording
> > or the slimey muck that oozes
> > through the toes make
> > a teasing case for stopping
> > or exploring, but large-mouth
> > river pike or lampreys
> > like the meaty taste of
> > trawling legs, so it's a game
> > of hopping turtle-stones across.
> >
> > Hidden in the Bumpkoo Mountains
> > on the way to Hawk's Nest pass
> > there are caves with scaly Basilisks
> > to guard the nests of smokey quartz.
> >
> > And how much farther still
> > to the rippled basalt plains,
> > polished smooth with
> > bone-ash, piled high with charcoal
> > armor graves - and dragons playing?
> >
> > Maybe just a peek into the flannel
> > kerchief knapsack where two
> > peanut butter and banana sandwiches
> > are wrapped in eucalyptus leaves,
> > or maybe just a draught of bug juice -
> > after all it's hot -
> > and nothing beats a mid-day nap.
> >
> > To the distant haunting of the Walrog's
> > baying moan and before the gremlin
> > clouds chew up the moon, Panda
> > double-tamps her padded feet
> > in staccatto rhythm to her heart
> > until she's reached the cobbled
> > pathway to her cottage home.
> >
> > Anyway, tomorrow is a better day
> > for dragon slaying.
> >
> >
> >
> > -H
>
> This could have been written for children,
> but why anyone would want to bore them so
> is beyond me.

well, there's always nap time (?)

hrm, maybe not.

Thanks anyway, Rick.

-H

>
> R.F.