zip
zing
a flashing thing
zip
zing
a shining thing
zip
zing
gone!
(written about a night on the Blue Ridge Parkway when we laid on blankets under the night sky, watching a meteorite shower.)-Joy S. Barefoot
Friday, July 2, 2010
Make a Wish
Johnny Pig
Little pig, little pig,
run, run, run!
Run fast, Johnny Pig
soup pot’s on.
Mama’s gonna cook a pot
of beans today.
She would like a little meat,
I heard her say.
Mama, Johnny Pig is gone.
He's out of his pen
and I can’t tell you where he is
to save my skin!
Little pig, little pig,
come back home
dinner’s over; we’re full
and soup’s all gone!
(When I was young we had a pet pig of the above name. When he was killed we wouldn’t eat the meat unless it was disguised or we were assured it was not our “Johnny Pig”.
The Boy and the Sea
They raced toward each other
the boy and the sea.
He turned and ran
with giggles of glee.
Roaring behind him
just like in a dream,
the faster he ran
the slower it seemed.
His eyes told a story
as he ran from the sea
of fear in his heart
as he raced to be free.
Crashing around him
in a thunderous roar
the sea fell about him,
white foam on the shore.
He stood in the sand
looking out at the sea,
watching the waves
rolling on, endlessly.
He begged of his mother,
“When will it stop?”
“Never”, she told him.
“The sea never stops.”
They raced toward each other
the boy and the sea,
again and again,
with giggles of glee.
-Joy S. Barefoot
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