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Bill's Magic (rewrite)
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Bill's Magic (rewrite) |
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Alison 
since 2008-01-27
Posts 9318Lumpy oatmeal makes me crazy! 
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Bill’s Magic Regal mountains towered to reach up high, Icy snow-capped peaks pierced clouds in the sky Down below a small house sat on a hill A man lived within who just called himself “Bill” Bill was sad for he had no one to hug He longed for a pet to hold close and snug Where would he find one? There was no pet store And sad, lonely Bill was really quite poor At dawn when the sky turned light from deep black Bill walked out his door with a tattered sack No one saw him leave so no one could know Bill looked for a kitten deep in the snow Dreaming he’d find one to hold and to love He dug in deep snow drifts with only one glove His left hand was bare and cold like ice cream It once had a mitt, now lost like a dream Was it planted in a garden in June? Magic mitten trees grown up to the moon? Bill’s search did not end, his hand was so cold He dug and dreamed of a kitten to hold. Winter days passed, Bill became very sad His need for a kitten hurt him so bad Or a puppy to hold or take on walks One to listen to Bill as he shared thoughts Bill kept on searching, he could not say why But he knew of magic and what it hides He looked and he sought; he sought and he looked Snow fell down on him, he shivered and shook At night he would go home lonely and sad He cried for a kitten, feeling so bad One dark night Bill knew that he was alone It was hard to go back to his cold home As he drew near, the air smelled warm and sweet His nose tickled at the scent of a treat He stared in a daze at the light as it shone His house was lit up, with no one at home Bill advanced slowly, things did not look right A wreath on the door with red bows tied tight Lights shown all around in red, blue and green Bill shook his head; he was living a dream. Praying not to wake up, he opened the door And stared at mittens laid out on the floor His eyes opened wide; he stared in the room And smelled cakes and pies and sweet macaroons Carols played soft ‘round the ever green tree Bill stood in amazement – how could this be He laid down his bag and walked to the fire Warming his hands his eyes looked up higher Sitting quiet on a beam way up high Was a small, gray cat who gave Bill the eye Bill was entranced, but he could not reach it So the cat jumped down and curled up to sit Purring, it leaned in and kissed him and rubbed Bill reached to pet it … and gave it a hug He suddenly heard a puppy-like yelp As he turned, he jumped high, hollered out “HELP!” Bill fell to his knees, held his cat with care A small pup ran to him –black as a bear He loved his pets and he gave them some names With them at his side, he was not the same Bill was never lonely with his new friends Magic that comes never comes to an end With warm mittens, cupcakes, painted new toys Bill had much to share with small girls and boys He marched down his hill, while Bear ran behind And shared his treats with all children he’d find Bill, once lonely, – and once sad and so poor Learned if he shares love, he’ll find even more When the magic left for other places Bill brought smiles to once lonely faces - Alison [This message has been edited by Alison (12-13-2010 01:12 PM).] |
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nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines |
"Bill, once lonely, – and once sad and so poor Learned if he shares love, he’ll find even more" I had to read it twice before responding. With illustrations this could make a great children's Christmas book. M |
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JerryPat Senior Member
since 2010-10-30
Posts 1991Louisiana/America |
I totally agree with nakdthoughts. This is a storybook poem if ever there was one. |
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Alison
since 2008-01-27
Posts 9318Lumpy oatmeal makes me crazy! |
Maureen and JP ~ Thank you for wading through this and sticking with it. I am so happy that you enjoyed it. Merry Christmas. Love, Alison |
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Dark Stranger Member Patricius
since 2001-03-19
Posts 13631West Coast |
ah shoot,,,,I was just going out to bury a kitten in the snow for the poor guy but looks like he don't need it now..oh well...cool stuff little one |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
A beautiful Christmas story, dear Alison. Your own touch of magic is quite enthralling. Enjoyed this much. Love and warm hugs. Margherita  |
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Klassy Lassy Member Elite
since 2005-06-28
Posts 2187Oregon |
Alison, love has a way of making itself known, in word and action, and just simply perfect affection. The deeper meaning of this comes through in a strong way, reminding me that we can choose what to do with our time to make it count, even when feeling solitary. A friend sometimes tells me to "come out and be separate." It may be the best and hardest advice I've every been given. This is part of that gift. |
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Klassy Lassy Member Elite
since 2005-06-28
Posts 2187Oregon |
Sorry, I accidently posted my comment twice. ~K  |
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ethome Member Patricius
since 2000-05-14
Posts 11858New Brunswick Canada |
Great write Alison This is superb! "Bill, once lonely, – and once sad and so poor Learned if he shares love, he’ll find even more" Write on! Eric |
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Marchmadness Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 9271So. El Monte, California |
I have to read this to my little great grandaughter. She will love this. Ida |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
Alison - This is a truly delightful and meaningful story. I love stories! Strange that I should read this now when only last night I was thinking of getting a kitten and then I thought that, no, one would come if I was meant to have one. Maybe I read your story in advance as it were? My best to you for a good and meaningful festive season. Helen |
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