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LiteratureCopper and feather
Little Miss Chopper Quite a queen proper Royalty born and bredLittle Mary Weather Crowned with heather was the dove that fledLittle Miss Chopper With a blade of copper Chopped each carrot’s headLittle Mary Weather Scarlet feather And a queen of redLittle Miss Chopper Took her blade of copper Made all the peasants dreadLittle Mary Weather Broke chain and fetter And the dark skies bledLittle Miss Chopper 'Gainst the rising pauper Went to war and ledLittle Mary Weather Heathen clad in leather Fought for all her deadLittle Miss Chopper Took her blade of copper Snapped poor Mary’s thread
LiteratureA Thorny Rose
How do you grasp a thorny rose? You grab ahold without a hold as gently as she grows But, do not pull on the thorny rose. Trust your fingers to fall into the spaces between the thorns And yet, you still may be pricked. Do not trust the lovely, thorny rose. Why would you reach for what you cannot hold? How do you catch a thing with teeth at both ends? With ropes? With cages? With traps? It all depends. Do you want it alive, maimed, or even dead? Why would you want to catch a thing that could, would take your head? How can you reach beyond the bleak past the dragon's hoard? What prize do you seek? What splendid reward? Here at the table burdened with a feast, all for a scrap, why do you reach into the mouth of the beast?LiteratureWhere
Where art thou, my lovely bird? So long I have not heard Your shrilling cry on the breeze Since that unexpected freeze. Oh, feathered friend, Did you meet your ultimate end?LiteratureLadybird, Ladybird!
Ladybird, ladybird, fly away home. Your house is on fire; Your children all roam. Except Little Anne Who sits in her pan Weaving her laces as fast as she can.Ladybird, ladybird, fly away home. Your house is on fire; Your children are alone. Except Little John Who watches the dawn From the beds of all those who’ve already gone.Ladybird, ladybird, fly away home. Your house is on fire; Your children are all gone. Except Little Sue Who sat all askew Weaving crowns of briar, bramble, and yew.Ladybird, ladybird, fly away home. Your house is on fire; Your children, hear them moan. Except Little Claire Who sat silent and fair As the smoke and ash ...LiteratureStorm
Fire burn and fire race Fire help my fearful chase Mind taught by life's voice Heart healed by love's choiceWater swims and water rains Water pour into my veins Mind sung of water's cold Heart sparked by fires boldWind rushes and the wind flies Wind answer my silent cries Body tested by life's course Spirit broken by love's forceEarth rears and the earth crumbles Earth catch my deadly stumbles Body seeded from earth's stone Spirit breathed by wind's ownElements form and elements take When the storm forms, it will break
