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ONE WILD, WHITE, PINK AND SCRUMPTIOUS DAY
ONE WILD, WHITE, PINK AND SCRUMPTIOUS DAY…
WHEN THE SWANS AND THE GEESE WERE WORDS TO SAY
A little golden haired girl and a little black haired boy
skipped along together down to the park one day to see those
famous swans and geese.
“Oh look Flimflam”, said the little golden hairedchild, “It’s Pio!”
Now Pio was a magical, musical, monk of a man who was halfporpoise and spoke child-speak fluently.
“Hi Pio man”, said Sandbox the little golden hairedgirl.
“Hi you old Pio,” said Flimflam the little blackhaired boy.
“Ho, Children”, said Pio, waving his stubby fingers inthe breeze then opening his arms wide to gather the children
in. Pio’s blue eyes flashed like stars. He beamed the heat of
his smiles upon them and said half singing, “The jutting grass
is wild and weaving beneath our toes children and everywheregreen sap is springing skyward through crinkly candy cane cloudsof pink and snow-white blossoms. It’s a day to be whirling arms andlapping up the sunshine with some smiles."
The children rolled their eyes and giggled in spite ofthemselves.
“Where are the goose what ever fling the feet over ourheads with the wind all about us like a storm?", asked the
Flimflam boy.
“Yea Pio, and where the white long-necked, natty great birds who look likesweet vanilla and move like ice cream dripping on a hot
day?", asked the Sandbox girl.
Just then Mr. Prunehead was walking by. The man was ateacher official of all young ones of proper things.
“Pio!” said Mr. Prunehead, "Why ever don’t you correct
such a deplorable use of the English language so these young
hooligans can grow up to be properly educated?"
Pio winked at the children and said, "My little Children,
to answer you most correctly, the goose with the wind under her
wings is wild like our sisters the clouds, and the winds
please to carry her where they may, but I’m firm in my soul
that the big white ice cream birds are off wrapping their necks
about each other and melting into this hot spring day of
loving. Now my most wee and comely nippers, old Prunehead’s
gone and forgot all about wide eyes and words which come flung
straight out of fiery stars and those fresh greening fountains,
so we must sing into the Good Hearing Ears some merciful things
about Prunehead’s remembering.
And so the children gave him some laughing and did crazycart wheels on the grass while old Prunehead shook his head,
scowling out shadows on such a pink and wild, white scrumptious
day. The man knew no shame!
Then in a swirly, whirly, wild and whimsical way, Pio andthe children danced away….
ONE WILD, WHITE, PINK AND SCRUMPTIOUS DAY by Blake Steele
*This was one of the first Pio and Lilly pieces I wrote. Pio was just forming as a character in my mind, wild and whimsical and utterly creative with a magical relationship with unbound children who are natural born poets and artists until we squeeze it all out of them in order to program them for the reality of an utterly dysfunctional world.
I’m so glad there are so many Pios, Lillys and wild children here on rb. This one is for you.*
A poet, author, photographer and workshop leader with over 3,000 poems and 8 books in print as well as 20 CDs of recorded poetic work.
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Charming!
Thanks Avalone. I appreciate it.
– Blake Steele
Lovely and whimsical! Had me smiling and giggling. Great children’s story! :-)
Thanks KobayashiMaru. Glad to bring some smiles and giggles into your day! :)
– Blake Steele