This was not the one I was looking for, but it kind of fits the topic.
Wooden Dreams
There once was a wooden boy puppet named Pistachio.
Pistachio was nutty little guy
who often behaved strangely,
because his operator,
a shoemaker named Japetter,
was not a very good puppeteer.
Japetter was, however,
a very good ventriloqust.
So Pistachio could talk.
Oh did I mention
that Pistachio was also a magic puppet?
When he told a lie,
his wooden nose would grow.
This always put Japetter in stitches.
He would have Pistachio tell some outrageous lie,
something no one wood ever believe,
like that Pistachio was the last survivor
of the original Liberty Tree.
Pistachio’s nose would grow,
and Japetter would laugh till his bunions hurt.
Pistachio resented being manipulated like that
for someone else’s enjoyment.
But Japetter was otherwise a kindly old man,
so Pistachio put up with it.
Another feature of Pistachio’s magic nature
was that he grew older,
just like a real human.
By the time Pistachio reached 21,
Japetter was getting very old himself.
one day he told Pistachio
it was time he went out and found a job.
It was not long till Pistachio found work
in a furniture and hardware factory.
Japetter would have him tell a lie,
and his nose would grow,
and someone would break off just enough
to make a chair leg brace,
or a tool handle,
or a dowel.
It was at the factory that Pistachio met Almond Joy.
She was just as nutty as he was,
and Pistachio admired her chocolate coating.
In fact, he became so enamoured,
whenever he saw his Almond Joy,
another appendage would grow,
(Pistachio was an anatomically correct puppet)
and suddenly he would have an urge to lie
with his Almond Joy.
It did not take Japetter long
to get the gist of Pistachio’s dilemma.
So on Pistachio’s 22nd birthday,
when Pistachio and Almond Joy
were on break at work,
Japetter had Pistachio approach her.
Although Pistachio was sweating splinters,
afraid he would make a bad impression,
Almond Joy was receptive,
and let him take off her wrappers,
especially when she saw his wooden woody.
To make a long story longer,
they did it.
Afterwards, Pistachio’s best friend
a puppet named Sesame,
asked Pistachio how he had done.
“‘Ja petter?” He asked in clipped language.
“No,” Pistachio replied excitedly, “I did it all by myself!”
That’s how Pistachio became a real man.
as a child in forest keep
play the princess willows weep
cricket, rabbit, sing in tune
climbing limbs too a moon
so safe so free a hideaway
in my wood castle I play
named all roots of time
they danced with me in rhyme
forever a woodland song!
green foliage wrapped in crisp
streams of sunlight moisture drip
cracks of limbs under leaves
calling morning nature breaths
cast your roots in heavens greet
forests door in keep
and trails we meet
at trails to meet
Humor Meee… Asss III Humor You ~
You Ask Meee !!! What Wood Can Dooo ???
Welll Lwet Meee Seee ???
Asss III Try Tooo Staay On Que ~
Den Friend Wot Wood Would III Choose ~
Its Can Burn In Turn & Keeep You Warm Tooo ~
Thru Winter Months ~ & Cold Springs Dew ~
It Can Hold Tooo Leaves & With Stand Th_ Storm ~
Stand w/ Th_ Best of Treees ~
Wave At Ya In AAA Warm Summers Breeeze ~
Hold Your Hand Lend Shade From Th_ Norm
Root In Th_ Ground Sooo Tight Like AAA Worm ~
Tilll Ya Squirm & Blow In Th_ Wind ~
Timber Thy Waaay Asss It Fallls Tooo Th_ Ground ~
Secret Things It Wont Saaay As It Makes Nut AAA Sound ~
Alas If You Ask Never Stray & Just Stick Around ~
Build You AAA Home In Your Bed It Isss Bound ~
If Found Would You Seee & Believe~
That Myyy Wood Dost Astound ~
On this morning as the sun
begins to rise up over
and beyond the ridge,
I come to this place
where silence speaks
as I hear it through the wind.
I hear it within
the mountain expanses
as possibilities abound,
eloquent as I listen
in the quiet of this place
and the rustling of the leaves
through the muted glow of dawn.
And in this place the sun streams
through Mother Nature’s canopy
as she nurtures her children,
awakened by her gentle song,
the early birds whose grace notes
bring a smile to my face and my heart;
the leaves that dance
to my imagination’s delight,
the harmonies that together
welcome me to this day and the dawn.
The woods I find here,
once more transformed
from gold and crimson of the Fall,
through winter’s chill
and falling leaves
and spring’s new dress,
so lush and green,
as new life returns
to this forest I love.
And on the verge of summer,
the sun finds where I am
in the center of this place,
exactly where I stand
as I inhale the magic of the woods
in this place that I have found,
my heart so freely dancing
to the cadence of the wind;
to the rhythm of the branches
whose leaves embrace my soul
as alone with my thoughts
I consider the the day ahead
within the stillness of this place
and woodland magical.
(c) barbara kausteklis 6-20-11
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Here is something from a few years ago.
If I can get my mind jumpstarted again…I will drop something new
This was not the one I was looking for, but it kind of fits the topic.
Wooden Dreams
There once was a wooden boy puppet named Pistachio.
Pistachio was nutty little guy
who often behaved strangely,
because his operator,
a shoemaker named Japetter,
was not a very good puppeteer.
Japetter was, however,
a very good ventriloqust.
So Pistachio could talk.
Oh did I mention
that Pistachio was also a magic puppet?
When he told a lie,
his wooden nose would grow.
This always put Japetter in stitches.
He would have Pistachio tell some outrageous lie,
something no one wood ever believe,
like that Pistachio was the last survivor
of the original Liberty Tree.
Pistachio’s nose would grow,
and Japetter would laugh till his bunions hurt.
Pistachio resented being manipulated like that
for someone else’s enjoyment.
But Japetter was otherwise a kindly old man,
so Pistachio put up with it.
Another feature of Pistachio’s magic nature
was that he grew older,
just like a real human.
By the time Pistachio reached 21,
Japetter was getting very old himself.
one day he told Pistachio
it was time he went out and found a job.
It was not long till Pistachio found work
in a furniture and hardware factory.
Japetter would have him tell a lie,
and his nose would grow,
and someone would break off just enough
to make a chair leg brace,
or a tool handle,
or a dowel.
It was at the factory that Pistachio met Almond Joy.
She was just as nutty as he was,
and Pistachio admired her chocolate coating.
In fact, he became so enamoured,
whenever he saw his Almond Joy,
another appendage would grow,
(Pistachio was an anatomically correct puppet)
and suddenly he would have an urge to lie
with his Almond Joy.
It did not take Japetter long
to get the gist of Pistachio’s dilemma.
So on Pistachio’s 22nd birthday,
when Pistachio and Almond Joy
were on break at work,
Japetter had Pistachio approach her.
Although Pistachio was sweating splinters,
afraid he would make a bad impression,
Almond Joy was receptive,
and let him take off her wrappers,
especially when she saw his wooden woody.
To make a long story longer,
they did it.
Afterwards, Pistachio’s best friend
a puppet named Sesame,
asked Pistachio how he had done.
“‘Ja petter?” He asked in clipped language.
“No,” Pistachio replied excitedly, “I did it all by myself!”
That’s how Pistachio became a real man.
Copyright January 16th 2011 RGD
Hello JT & Mary!!! Little Jackson just left and I’m here with Little Timmy *smiling*
as a child in forest keep
play the princess willows weep
cricket, rabbit, sing in tune
climbing limbs too a moon
so safe so free a hideaway
in my wood castle I play
named all roots of time
they danced with me in rhyme
forever a woodland song!
Here is one from the archives about a magic tree…
You need to watch this ahhahaha
do you like mushroom tea
she hides behind the tree (woodyness)
hahhahaha I use to drink a shroom tea called Kombatchi Tea… yeah loved it
and it heals too!!
Howling deep within the woods
walk of feet and hide when could
seeking shelter from all mankind
still today no-big foot find
green foliage wrapped in crisp
streams of sunlight moisture drip
cracks of limbs under leaves
calling morning nature breaths
cast your roots in heavens greet
forests door in keep
and trails we meet
at trails to meet
Mary 2011
Hearted for now…may be back if time permits! :love:
Such a beautiful blog and theme! Wonderful pieces posted All.
Humor Meee… Asss III Humor You ~
You Ask Meee !!! What Wood Can Dooo ???
Welll Lwet Meee Seee ???
Asss III Try Tooo Staay On Que ~
Den Friend Wot Wood Would III Choose ~
Its Can Burn In Turn & Keeep You Warm Tooo ~
Thru Winter Months ~ & Cold Springs Dew ~
It Can Hold Tooo Leaves & With Stand Th_ Storm ~
Stand w/ Th_ Best of Treees ~
Wave At Ya In AAA Warm Summers Breeeze ~
Hold Your Hand Lend Shade From Th_ Norm
Root In Th_ Ground Sooo Tight Like AAA Worm ~
Tilll Ya Squirm & Blow In Th_ Wind ~
Timber Thy Waaay Asss It Fallls Tooo Th_ Ground ~
Secret Things It Wont Saaay As It Makes Nut AAA Sound ~
Alas If You Ask Never Stray & Just Stick Around ~
Build You AAA Home In Your Bed It Isss Bound ~
If Found Would You Seee & Believe~
That Myyy Wood Dost Astound ~
Written Byyy Da Bump ~ Ona Stump !!!
AAA Toad witt Sum Wood & AAA Frog Thats AAA Hound ~
Overseeen Byyy g.T ~
Sez BUMP CAN WEEE PLEAZ ??? KEEEP IT DOWN !!! 🙄
Sorry g.T Da Started It Wit Lighter Fluid !!!& Gasoline !!!
😈 Lightin Da Log ~ As It Sparkles & Sheeens !!!
But It Burns ??? Hot Hot Hot 😯 & It Really Stinks !!!
Isss It Normal Ta Hav Hard Knots ???
Or Isss It Suppose Tooo Beee Greeen ???
® TM © WITHIN…
Oh, looks like I missed the magical woodland fun – I guess to would be a bit late now?
Made it back finally! 🙂 Thumb up left for all the great writes!
:love:
HERE YOU GO SWEET MARY MARGARET….
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WOODLAND MAGICAL
On this morning as the sun
begins to rise up over
and beyond the ridge,
I come to this place
where silence speaks
as I hear it through the wind.
I hear it within
the mountain expanses
as possibilities abound,
eloquent as I listen
in the quiet of this place
and the rustling of the leaves
through the muted glow of dawn.
And in this place the sun streams
through Mother Nature’s canopy
as she nurtures her children,
awakened by her gentle song,
the early birds whose grace notes
bring a smile to my face and my heart;
the leaves that dance
to my imagination’s delight,
the harmonies that together
welcome me to this day and the dawn.
The woods I find here,
once more transformed
from gold and crimson of the Fall,
through winter’s chill
and falling leaves
and spring’s new dress,
so lush and green,
as new life returns
to this forest I love.
And on the verge of summer,
the sun finds where I am
in the center of this place,
exactly where I stand
as I inhale the magic of the woods
in this place that I have found,
my heart so freely dancing
to the cadence of the wind;
to the rhythm of the branches
whose leaves embrace my soul
as alone with my thoughts
I consider the the day ahead
within the stillness of this place
and woodland magical.
(c) barbara kausteklis 6-20-11