Writers Corner for September 2, 2011

SO-LONG LITTLE BUDDY

My little buddy moved away,

I did not say good bye,

I wish that she had chose to stay,

but she’s too young to fly.

I miss the times that she would hide,

while I would count to ten,

I wondered where she might reside,

the pantry or the den?

I used to chase her with my mask,

she’d shriek a happy scream,

she knew she only had to ask,

for me to join her team.

She liked to ride her bike a lot,

in rain and sun and fog,

she taught her brother as a tot,

to pet my playful dog.

She beat me fair and square one day,

while bowling on the Wii,

she rang my bell and ran away,

with joyous sounds of glee.

I hope she’s warm and sleeping well,

and liking all that’s new,

more smiles wait as time will tell,

inside her new igloo.

— Jeff Simonson

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INTERLUDE

Many summers ago, she came to me beneath a willow tree. She asked, “Are you lonely?” In reply, I said, “I am alone.” Then she inquired, “Do you believe in fate?” I looked at her and said, “Fate is a fairy tale for lost souls and wandering hearts.”

She sat down beside me with eyes of wonder and began to read my soul. She looked so deeply into my heart that I shivered with trepidation–I feared that she may see the darkness in my soul. At first she was mystified, then she found herself in me. I gazed at her beauty, thinking she was a rainbow. I asked her, “What are you called?” In reply, she said, “Joie De Vivre.” She paused a moment and she said, “When I look into your eyes I hear music. I will call you Jubal, the maker of melodies.”

As we talked of love and many things as our hearts intertwined. Then Joie smiled and said, “Fairy tales can come true.” She looked at me with her soft blue eyes and said, “I must go. This is not our time, but an interlude to the future.” She touched my eyes, and I fell asleep. When I awoke there was a brilliant rainbow in the sky. Not knowing whether I had been dreaming or Joie was real, I let the illusion go and went back to my life.

The years have come and carried me far away from that summer day. Still today, I do not know if Joie was real or a dream. Not a day goes by, I don’t think about that afternoon in the park. You know, it’s kind of funny how just a moment in time can last an eternity.

— Keith Sargent, Mullan

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The call came and the tears fell.

She walked up to the door and the tears fell.

We talked, we laughed and the tears fell.

She walked away forever and the tears still fall to this day.

— Mary-Ellen O’Neill, Kellogg

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