Adam's Beanstalk

A daily adventure-bag of insights and old bones from an unknown poet in Manitoba's south. Caveat: Not everything is to be taken literally. Things are often shaded with poetic crayons; be the owl. Also, not all these bones are collected from different fields. Find themes that run througout each post and the journal as a whole; the most insignificant event may be part of an ear.

Thursday, June 15, 2006

There's a Door in that Puddle!

Then he is home, but not for long. He is known to practice his mandolin skills in the hopes of busking. He treks off to the emerald city to lead a book study on the Pilgrim's Progress. But nobody else comes, and there is much (or little) wailing. The emerald city is not made of earth. [So a game on boards with little cutout mechs is played.]. He goes to more campfires, to keep his friend occupied while his wife is a pampered chef. There is much hockey to be watched. And there are tree houses to climb, and Indiana Jones to be seen. (You do belong in a museum!). And we see Melissa dressed up with great headgear to avoid ticks. And there are talks of Baby Jesus clothed in swaddling paper mache (MADE) and two trout named Frank and Lazarus.

Yes...

Two Trout Named Frank and Lazarus.

1 Comments:

At 3:46 a.m., Anonymous Anonymous said...

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