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Pledge of Allegiance–A Child’s Version

I wish I could take credit for this–I can’t.  I found it in a cross stitch book I once had, and it has stuck with me *all* these years.  I may have the lines off a little bit, and it HAS been *all* these years, believe me.  But those words have never left my poor, addled mind.   : )    Great writing and good Blessings,  Stubbs



The Pledge Of Ullegiance

I pledge ullegiance to the flag,

Of the New Knighted Stakes of America.

And to the Republic, four witches stand

One nation, under God.

With lemon trees and jello for all.



Kittens on the Keys

I sit and blog

The kittens come

I wr+– tse  ….

What poets are these

These kittens mine

My kittens on the keys

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They’ve struck again

And off they’ve run

They’re hiding somewhere

With glee

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I walk away

To take a break

Some sneaking I had heard

And mews, and meows

And giggling too

My kittens on the keys


Puppy Fishing

My puppy fishes in the bowl

To catch something swimming there

She dips and dips

It swims away

As if has fins and tail

She drinks again

And when I laugh

She looks at me as if to ask

What’s wrong with you

This serious task

Is mine to do

Not yours to scoff

And dips again

To catch it all

In the end not to be caught

And down the sink

It’s fate is sealed

A green tomato

Puppy chewed

Then dropped in water

To be pursued

Fresh water brought

Sad puppy eyes

A good cold drink

Then on to bigger puppy dreams

Diving in the Shallow End

Shallow diving at the pool,

Swimming lessons,

I can’t swim.

If it burns, just angle your head.

Me, I angled my body instead.

Pain exploding in my head,

So sudden, no warning,

I touch the surface, I’m blind,  can’t breathe.

I see–the people, the concern

The raw fear–that’s my mom.

On the side, they grab me up.

She’s bleeding, look at the blood.

I can’t breathe, my ribs won’t move,

Can’t you tell?  I can’t breathe.

I’m dying!

Gradually, I breathe.

Precious air.  I didn’t know–before.

The pain, it’s enormity weighs me down

Like a mill stone around my neck.

But the pain means I’m alive.

The x-ray is clear, no broken skull.

The doctor jokes.

I find it vulgar.

What kind of doctor are you?

You do it.

I’m home–restless.

I pace, I’m anxious.

I have no control over my actions.

It’s a concussion, I didn’t know.

I’m lucky, I’m only slightly damaged.