The Saga of Glory Rose!

The Saga of Glory Rose

When she was just a little girl she’d gaze up at the sky

viewing sun and clouds, the moon, the stars, and wonder why.

Why she lived upon this place, and how she came to be.

She wondered as she wandered, so curious was she.

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On the day that she was born, a very early sign,

a birthmark on her tiny arm was there for them to find.

The mark shaped as a rosebud, “My Glory!” someone exclaimed,

And so they called her Glory Rose, and this became her name.

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Rosebud tattoo began to fade with each new passing day,

Finally very few recalled why she was named this way.

And yet her name defined her in everything she tried,

her love of life and need to learn, she lived her living – wide.

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She went her way and as she learned she spread her learning too,

Glory Rosy was glorious to all of those who knew.

She troubled over little things; none too small, too few.

“Please, take the time,” they’d hear her say “… before the time takes you!”

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One day there was a mighty storm it blew in from the west.

The rivers flooded with the rain, ‘Mother Nature’s’ test.

One of the homes was swept away before all could escape

Raging waters swelling, they were no longer safe.

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Glory Rose, not waiting, ran along the torrent’s wend.

Keeping pace with floating house until the river’s bend,

she dove into the waters, swam to the floundering home;

its timbers being tossed and torn, midst the swirling foam.

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Among this chaos, trapped inside, she found the family bound.

Glory Rose untangled them and brought them safe and sound,

to the swollen rivers shore, where they could then be found.

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Energy never flagging, as back and forth she came

until each were safe from harm, the river could not claim.

Just as she finally headed home, there came a giant surge

Glory Rose herself engulfed, within the river’s purge.

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Town folk lined the river’s edge and hoped she’d reappear,

They held their breaths and waited, her death they greatly feared.

But Glory Rose still struggled, breaking through the pounding waves,

After being there for others, herself she then did save.

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The saga told of Glory Rose began that very day,

Her bravery was amazing, but what did she have to say?

Well …

She laughed it off and then replied, “I lived up to my name!”

She then went on to live her life – pretty much the same.

No danger was too great, to save the others living

She saved herself,

she cared enough, 

to live – while she was giving!

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“It’s a very good thing to take care of others,
Just remember to take care of you too!”

Penny L Howe, 2013

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The Conversation

 
Said the sky to the clouds
“Why do you not rain?”
Said the clouds to the skytree
“It’s just not the same.”

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Said the sky to the winds
“why do you not blow?”
said the winds to the sky
“I’m not sure where to go.”

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Said the sky to the trees
“Where is your shade?”
Said the trees to the sky
“I fear that I fade”.

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Said the sun to the Earth
“what has changed, I can’t see?”
Said the Earth to the sun
“I’m no longer free.”

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“I’m caught in between
man’s derision and strife,
From those I provide
I struggle for their lives.”green tree

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Said the Sun to the Earth
“Please say it’s not so”,
Said the Earth to the sun
“Yes, I’m afraid so”.

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“Very few listen
to that which I say,
They must all work together
There’s no other way”.

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“But what can we do
To change what will be”,
“There’s naught”, said the Earth
“for the blind who won’t see!”

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Penny L Howe, 2013
Written on behalf of the Planet we all live upon!
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plh