It’s Valentiny Story time again at Susanna Leonard Hill’s blog
Sue’s Mailbox Dilemma
Tomorrow’s the valentine
party at school.
Sue will make a mail box
but must follow one rule.
She must make it herself
with help from no other –
not her mother, or father,
or sister, or brother.
She found a shoe box
and a bottle of glue.
How to decorate it
she hadn’t a clue.
She thought about making
it look like a barn,
small horses and cows
made out of yarn.
Too many ideas
raced through her mind.
Oh, what should she choose?
Which could she design?
Then she had an idea,
a simple solution,
she would borrow her sister’s.
Make a name substitution.
No one would know
that it wasn’t her own.
No one would remember
last year, how it shone,
the prize that it won –
of course it was first.
This year she’d be best
instead of the worst.
As she reached for that box
she began to feel bad,
imagining she heard
the voice of her dad.
“Just do your best.”
he’d always say,
“Then you’ll be a winner
at the end of the day.”
Sue took her plain box
some paper and paint,
Worked until bedtime
without a complaint.
At the Valentine party
the box Sue designed
didn’t win first prize –
It was ‘One Of A Kind’!
The aged apple tree is barren as days become colder.
The sweet aroma of cider, from remaining windfall fruit, floats on a chilly breeze that ruffles through brittle leaves still clinging to gnarled branches.
I have gleaned all I can, leaving behind a harvest feast for deer who visit nightly.
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The Bumpiest Gourd in the Pumpkin Patch
Gordon wanted to be a Jack-O’Lantern, instead, he was a bumpy gourd.
He shivered, looking around the pumpkin patch.
“Who’s going to choose me?”
Gordon howled, “I’ll never get to be a Halloween decoration! I wish I could change.”
Wilda Witch stirred her cauldron. She heard Gordon crying and went to help.
“Gordon, you must be the best gourd you can be. There’s no other gourd like you.”
Gordon looked around. No other gourd had his bumps or bright colors.
A little boy pointed at him. “Daddy, here’s the one I want.”
Gordon smiled. He will be a Halloween decoration!
In Contemplation of Retirement
He thought about retiring.
He took a leave-of-absence, headed south, got a job driving kids to summer camp. He’d always liked kids.
These kids laughed at his belly, threw things into his beard.
He couldn’t wait to get home where kids were just names on lists – naughty or nice.
Mr Freckle Cancels Halloween
The signs were all over town!
‘Halloween Party cancelled by order of Mayor Freckle’
Every year people guessed who Mr Freckle was because of his – freckles. This made him sad.
“Not this year,” he howled. “There will be no Halloween!”
Rose and Dorothy shivered, they loved Halloween. They thought and thought until they had a plan.
When they told Mr Freckle he chuckled and said, “I like it!”
Rose and Dorothy told all their friends, who told their friends.
On the night of the Big Halloween Party, no one could guess who was stirring the cauldron because ………..
Everybody had freckles!
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Barnyard’s Got Talent
Clarence is nervous. He’s entered the Big Barnyard Talent Show for the first time and now he will have to perform in front of the celebrity judges. What was he thinking? He’s the smallest rooster on the farm!
He can hear the cow quartet practicing.
The swallows, last years winners, are trying out a new aerial ballet.
Clarence will have to add something spectacular to his cock-a-doodle-doo routine if he’s going to win the grand prize.
Waiting for a Sign
Cheryl sits on her porch, waiting. She knows when she sees the first lightening bug, glowing as it rises from the grass, that summer has truly arrived.
Her paranoid neighbor says they won’t come anymore – climate change.
Cheryl isn’t a believer. She shivers in the cold August night – waiting.
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