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Sharing with my readers for “Occupy Blogosphere – Thursday”, initiated by Amy of SoulDipper to “give this planet a much needed shot of fun, support and positive energy” … For previous Occupy Blogosphere posts: Blogospheres ______________________________________________ © rgb for “On Dragonfly Wings with Buttercup…]]>
Dears friends,
Please enjoy this short post I am reblogging from my very dear blogging friend, Becca Givens. She has posted here a “memo” that says so much of what our critterly friends are practicing and searching for more and more of! I would say this would make a terriffic refrigerator magnet, wouldn’t you?
Sharing with my readers for “Occupy Blogosphere – Thursday”, initiated by Amy of SoulDipper to “give this planet a much needed shot of fun, support and positive energy” …
For previous Occupy Blogosphere posts: Blogospheres
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© rgb for “On Dragonfly Wings with Buttercup Tea”, 2011 – 2012
“……and we surrounded the enemy with HUSH!”
As Mistress Mouse, Littley Lamb, Old Crookeye, and Old Dog picked peas,
Flop-Eared Boy and Donkey flapped and flipped sighs of woe
From way out in front near raging cursin’ from enemies in th’ lees
All worrisome to healers in th’ rear feelin’ fear for Spottedy-toe.
Now Spottedy be stronger, yet quakin’ as he shadowed Croaker,
Who now belched: “Old Crowsy, ye needs take your eyes higher!
“Higher, from that Crowser Lady, higher to see which way we stroker
Away, away, away from mean ol’ beasties drivin’ pea-pickers in mire!”
“Be ye still, be ye in peace,” came a whisper from down low,so low.
“Be ye filling ye-selves up to blow a mighty HUSH,” came from the dust.
“Be ye holdin’ ye-selves encircled by the Light from that scattering blow
Of glinting rocks a tumblin’ from th’ mighty kick a’ Spottedy-crust.
“Oh, yes, sweet friends,”did now whisper Cuddles over the fields.
“Oh, yes, dear ones-with-The-One, fill up now to blow Eternal Hush
“O’er these fields and rocks and rills down to the sea of enemy yields.
“For we are healed by The Light and we are Freed by The Light.”
“Oh, meezie, oh myzie,”burped Old Croaker back up to Ugly Bird with Crow.
“We uns needs not see which way dose beasties do come up at us!”
“We uns only needs to see little more Light, little more Bright to show
How we filled with Love from The One to Blow a Major Hush on that beastie bus!”
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“……and have you ever heard an old crow belly-laugh?”
Old Crow spots a lush field of succulent peas,
Hiding under fronds stretching for miles under evergreens.
High mountain-valley meadow holding much to please
And sighing caws does Old Crow beak over these worthy beans.
Just now Old Crow spies there a gorgeously plummaged one,
A veritable Lady Crowser so daintily pecking at just one pea.
Pretty, pretty most specialest beauty of a lady, so madey
Like those peas to please all friends and mostly Old Crow in plea.
Just as Crow circles to swoop down to bow to this Lady,
Ugly Cird calls about far away sounds from the riverine seasides:
“Such ugly, ugly bawling sqawling voice we uns do hear, ol’ Matey”
“Can we uns gather pease and quick, quick, get away to friend’s cave, besides?”
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“……and we received healing as we heard the berry pickers far away!”
As Cuddles and Jitters patted and tapped on Spottedy chest
And the old goat began to breath easy under such touchy blessings
Ministering friends and healing Goat all heard humming in crest
O’er the near hills twixt healing bed and dark pits of dire stressings.
“What ye hear? what dat humming? So far, yet so near!”
Did Spottedy and healers all whispery-whistle as one.
“Shush, shush, dis hummin’ pours wellness into my bier,”
Did Spottedy caution healing friends in smiling tone.
“Ah, ah, now I haves it!” did spark up Jitters as he danced.
“Now I smell the drift of berry juice all drippin’ in the hums!”
“Dose foragin’ friends under Old Crow has founds foods so scanced!”
Thus did small smells and hums bring new hope to these tums.
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So, friends needing healing, friends needing feedings–
And friends needing new set of directions to the next bright spot
Did now divide themselves quite by nature into three leadings:
One group to nurse Spottedy,one to find food, one to find new map dot.
So scouting group formed by blend of Flop-Eared Boy and Donkey to hear
Both to lead in listening for water, for sounds of sizzling light to guide their parade,
For sounds of new friends in aide, for those working to bring grains to bear
These friends more strongly on their way, for sounds of forces forbade.
So quick food foraging group was already behind Old Crookeye, Old Dog;
To see better, to reach out with scoping and sniffing nearby ready eats
Bringing Mistress Mouse up from the rear to twitch out crumbs from clog
Bringing Littley Lamb to nose out tender shootlings from byways as treats.
So tender ministering toes and Bushy Palms and blinking and twinking
Did Croaker and Terrapin, Cuddles and Jiggles, Old Stump Woman and Fuzzy Worm
Bring to seep healing and love into Old Spottedy’ heart and soul, once sinking
Sung to blissful rest by Ugly Bird and overflown with cooling by Old Crow o’er the berm.
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