I may not reach it today
but someday I will touch the sky
I am a little boy now
but one day I will be an explorer, an adventurer
you don’t see what happens in my dreams
but I do
Jumping off mountains
sailing through space on a golden boat
grasping for the tail of a dragon
flying upside down on a gigantic bubble
wipe the tear away quickly
right now it hurts to be a boy
The Golden Key (Revisited) #Grimmfairytales #children (posted 12/20/2012)
Today is the 200 year anniversary celebrating the work of the Grimm Brothers who wrote 200+ fairy tales. I read The Golden Key and felt it had ended prematurely so this is my suggested part two to the tale:
The boy’s hands had been frozen cold by the snow. He shivered wondering if he had the strength to return home. He looked at the key. So tiny yet full of life; he could feel it. As the gold key turned in the box, the key began to grow and glow. “I am warm,” the boy said in cheerful surprise.
The fire he had hoped for sprung up around the key, but the boy was brave and touched the fire without being burned. He now knew this was no common key.
Though many people in the presence of magic ask for something to ease their lot, the boy was content to hold the warm key and box. The box got heavier until the boy reluctantly set it down on the ground. He held fast to the curious box fearful it would vanish.
The box became hot as it ignited from the key’s glow. The boy continued to hold on tight. As the flame grew more intense, the box, which revealed itself to be pure gold, became clear like glass. The boy expectantly peered inside. The only thing he could see was a plain gold ring. He reached in through the fire, grasped the flame filled ring, and placed it on his finger.
An onlooker would have seen a most magnificent thing on that cold frosty morn. A key, a box, and a ring transformed a boy to a knight. The glow about him melted the snow. A kaleidoscope of color mingled with the fire. Flowers sprung from the impotent earth, fruit sprouted on nearby trees, the life that had so long ago departed returned to the barren land.
Little did this simple boy know that he was chosen by the key for a mission. The knight would save many downtrodden soul in the cold, unrelenting world and provide golden hope for the besieged. Long after the knight was gone stories would be told, through the land, of the knight who carried warmth for all in his heart.
Photography The Key to My Soul by Petal Dreams at Deviant Art
Laughter peals of joy
balls bouncing on the playground
the bell rings feet running
time to come in
looking out the window
what tomorrow will bring?
hoping for lifetime of new things
of a world gone by
listen to the school bell ring
Calling children today
same tone for tomorrow
take your place
amoung the ranks of students
who answered the call of the bell
Americana Series: “The School Bell” moondustwriter