{"id":34479,"date":"2011-05-04T16:06:20","date_gmt":"2011-05-04T20:06:20","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/friendburst.com\/blog-new\/34479\/barely-drips-inkfavorite-authors\/"},"modified":"2011-05-04T16:06:20","modified_gmt":"2011-05-04T20:06:20","slug":"barely-drips-inkfavorite-authors","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/friendburst.com\/blog-new\/34479\/barely-drips-inkfavorite-authors\/","title":{"rendered":"WHEN I WAS BARELY SIX — “Drips of Ink\/Favorite Authors”"},"content":{"rendered":"
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\n<\/strong><\/em><\/span>\"\"
\n <\/strong><\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

THE END<\/strong><\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

When I was One,
\nI had just begun.
\nWhen I was Two,
\nI was nearly new.
\nWhen I was Three,
\nI was hardly Me.
\nWhen I was Four,
\nI was not much more.
\nWhen I was Five,
\nI was just alive.
\nBut now I am Six,
\nI’m as clever as clever,
\nSo I think I’ll be six now
\nfor ever and ever.<\/strong><\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

A.A.Milne<\/span><\/strong><\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

<\/strong><\/em><\/span>British Author (1882-1956)<\/span><\/strong><\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

<\/strong><\/em><\/span>“Now We Are Six”<\/span>
\nE.P. Dutton & Co., 1927<\/span><\/strong><\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

***************<\/strong><\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

WHEN I WAS BARELY SIX
\n<\/strong>
\nI was barely six
\nwhen my mother
\nwould sit all of us
\ndown on the floor
\nand begin
\nto read to us those stories
\nthat I so well recall
\neven to this day.
\nShe read to us
\nof Peter Pan
\nand Mary Poppins
\nand more;
\nshe read to us
\nof Christopher Robin
\nand Piglet and Eeyore
\nof those woods they lived in
\nrather scary
\nwhen I was six.<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

And as she read those words
\nmy imagination took me
\nto faraway places that I visited
\neach night
\nas we sat <\/em><\/span>on the floor
\n<\/em><\/span>and listened
\nto the stories
\nmy mother told.
\n<\/span>“Skybluepink”,<\/span> <\/span>
\nshe would tell us,
\nof the color of the evening sky,
\nas we sat there listening
\nto those wonderful stories
\nwhen I was barely six.<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

And when I was
\nno longer six
\nand had children of my own,
\nI would sit them down
\nand read to them
\nthose precious stories
\nthat my mother read to me,
\nof Christopher Robin
\nand his very best of friends,
\nPooh, Piglet, Eeyore
\nand all the gang
\nthat lived in the forest there;
\nof wheezles and sneezles
\nand matchboxes
\nand Buckingham Palace afar;
\nall those stories that I still remember
\nand keep so close to my heart.<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

And as I step into these woods
\njust right outside my door,
\ninto this great big world
\nthat seemed so very very
\nscary back then
\nwhen I was six
\nor seven
\nor even
\nwhen I was eight,
\nI feel so much braver
\nthan I ever did before,
\nand stronger
\nand smarter
\nthan I did
\nwhen I was six
\nor sixteen
\nor twenty-six,
\nso much more
\nthan ever before
\nwhen we were all
\nso very young
\nas we are
\nstill very much
\nyoung at heart
\nand a bit wiser
\nthan before.<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

(c) barbara kausteklis 5-4-11
\nWritten for Drips of Ink\/Favorite Authors<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

http:\/\/www.myspace.com\/drips_of_ink\/blog\/542832348<\/a><\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

Thanks always for your visits and precious comments!<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

~barb~<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n


\n<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

Link to “Within These Bayou Blues” (written for CPC last night)<\/p>\n

http:\/\/www.friendburst.com\/blog\/34353\/34353\/<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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