I’ve had a rhyme stuck in my head, a prequel for some adventure story, I bet. Just don’t have the time to puzzle it out amidst the rest of everything else, but I figured I’d share it anyway, as I haven’t been able to decide on a blog post for today. It’s kind of a fuzzy idea in my head, but I bet it’ll be something later. It was cute–so I had to share.
Some were big
and some were small
some ate greens
and grew very tall
so onward they went
to the mountain king’s hall
past dirt in the streets
and empty merchant stalls
it was silent as a flower
without a breath of wind
the only noise in the air
was the empty, golden shimmer
(c) Sara Harricharan
And that’s where my imagination moved onto more pressing matters. It doesn’t quite ryhme and it doesn’t quite fit, but I like it just the same and thought I’d share. Happy weekend!
