For and About Children

Take these simple stories and share them. Read them out loud to a child. Experience the imagination.

I may not reach it today

but someday I will touch the sky

I am a little boy now

but one day I will be an explorer, an adventurer

you don’t see what happens in my dreams

but I do

Jumping off mountains

sailing through space on a golden boat

grasping for the tail of a dragon

flying upside down on a gigantic bubble

giggle

pop

giggle

wipe the tear away quickly

right now it hurts to be a boy

someday

it

will

be

glorious

The Golden Key (Revisited) #Grimmfairytales #children (posted 12/20/2012)

 

Today is the 200 year anniversary celebrating the work of the Grimm Brothers who wrote 200+ fairy tales. I read The Golden Key and felt it had ended prematurely so this is my suggested part two to the tale:

The boy’s hands had been frozen cold by the snow. He shivered wondering if he had the strength to return home. He looked at the key. So tiny yet full of life; he could feel it. As the gold key turned in the box, the key began to grow and glow. “I am warm,” the boy said in cheerful surprise.

The fire he had hoped for sprung up around the key, but the boy was brave and touched the fire without being burned. He now knew this was no common key.

Though many people in the presence of magic ask for something to ease their lot, the boy was content to hold the warm key and box. The box got heavier until the boy reluctantly set it down on the ground. He held fast to the curious box fearful it would vanish.

The box became hot as it ignited from the key’s glow. The boy continued to hold on tight. As the flame grew more intense, the box, which revealed itself to be pure gold, became clear like glass. The boy expectantly peered inside. The only thing he could see was a plain gold ring. He reached in through the fire, grasped the flame filled ring, and placed it on his finger.

An onlooker would have seen a most magnificent thing on that cold frosty morn. A key, a box, and a ring transformed a boy to a knight. The glow about him melted the snow. A kaleidoscope of color mingled with the fire. Flowers sprung from the impotent earth, fruit sprouted on nearby trees, the life that had so long ago departed returned to the barren land.

Little did this simple boy know that he was chosen by the key for a mission. The knight would save many downtrodden soul in the cold, unrelenting world and provide golden hope for the besieged. Long after the knight was gone stories would be told, through the land, of the knight who carried warmth for all in his heart.

Photography The Key to My Soul by Petal Dreams at Deviant Art

Ring Ring

Laughter peals of joy

balls bouncing on the playground

the bell rings feet running

time to come in

looking out the window

dreams of

what tomorrow will bring?

Ring Ring

child wonders

hoping for  lifetime of new things

echos

of a world gone by

children’s children

listen to the school bell ring

Calling children today

sounding

same tone for tomorrow

take your place

amoung the ranks of students

who answered the call of the bell

Americana Series: “The School Bell” moondustwriter

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