This story is called The Mountain Glade, Ive never played it on Facebook before. Its just a small squeak of a story. Me and my mother, when I was a child. A warm gentle breeze, flows down the mountain glade, putting me at ease, as I lay here in the shade. It blends the scent of pine trees, that adorn the morning air, while all the sprightly honey bees, buzz round, without a care. I hear... a rustling behind me, thats become a grazing deer, though it hasnt seen me, it appears to be quite near. Its my time with nature, that I feel, as if a host, its when I know the future, its the time I like the most. A bell sounds in the distance, a signal... time for me to go, I hesitate, with resistance, my progress, oh so slow. Mothers waiting patiently, time to go in for the night, shell continue to stand and wait for me, till Im fully in her sight. Ill watch a little TV, about a purple dinosaur, then, when next you see me, Ill be in bed, awake no more. Tomorrow, Ill greet the morning sun, with jelly, on some toast, and off Ill go, for lots more fun, to the place I love the most. There Ill find, warm gentle breezes, flowing down a mountain glade, accompanied by a sense of ease, never lacking for some shade.
Posted on: Thu, 21 Aug 2014 03:13:12 +0000
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