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Dancing on Dewdrops is an entrancing collection of poems, prayers, and short stories that capture the utter joy of youth, wrestle with the inherent elements of change, offering strength and solace—all while celebrating life across several generations. The rustic poetry, prayers, humor and short stories for children will appeal to all ages. Dancing on Dewdrops provides inspiration, delivering the lasting imagery that leaves an indelible imprint on the heart and human spirit.

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Vie de famille

Soutien psychologique et conseils familiaux

Poetry

American

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Publié par	Outskirts Press
Date de parution	07 avril 2021
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9781977213310
Langue	English

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The opinions expressed in this manuscript are solely the opinions of the author and do not represent the opinions or thoughts of the publisher. The author has represented and warranted full ownership and/or legal right to publish all the materials in this book.
Dancing On Dewdrops Rustic poems, prayers and elegant short stories that provide inspiration, comfort and strength All Rights Reserved. Copyright © 2015 Mark John Terranova v5.0, r2.2
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Preface
Dancing on Dewdrops captures moments of joy, sadness, hope, and humor across several generations. It was written to provide inspiration and comfort to the reader.
Adults, teenagers, and older children will enjoy this literary work, which consists of: Rustic poetry that stirs the emotions and deals with the angst of change Prayers that strengthen the human spirit, for Catholics and Christians Humorous short stories that create a smile Elegant stories that teach values for older children
As a matter of personal style, I like poetry and stories to flow. The words, in my opinion, should be pleasing, understandable, and deliver visual imagery while also leaving a lasting impression. I hope you will find that to be the case as you read the various sections of this book.
This literary work is dedicated to:
My aunt Toni and the millions of families worldwide who had loved ones die from COVID-19,
my cousin Johnny and my uncle Lou, who also passed away in 2020,
and to other family members and friends who passed away too soon over the years…
Table of Contents
Joyful, Rustic Poems
Changing Landscapes
Prayers
Humorous Stories
Children’s Stories with a Moral
Joyful, Rustic Poems
This first set of poems—“Being a Boy,” “Summers Gone By,” “Winter’s Last Breath,” and “Spirited Spring Winds”—attempts to capture the utter joy of youth in a small, rural neighborhood near Chadds Ford, Pennsylvania. The neighborhood was adjacent to a three-hundred-acre campground with a large pond, crisscrossing streams, rolling hills, large swards of land dotted with clusters of pine trees and oak trees entangled with vines.
Farther down from the campground were what seemed like endless farms and fields from a child’s point of view. Of particular interest to curious lads looking for adventure were two large quarries, full of deep, mysterious water, with swift, cascading currents moving between them. These quarries were from the early 1900s. A small mule trail and set of railroad tracks still ran into one of the quarries.
The farms flowed toward the Brandywine River with a quaint one-car bridge that served as the local gateway to one of the DuPont Estates. The pristine gardens ensconced with bamboo trees and the large concrete silos on the estate made this property seem like a castle. This part of the Brandywine River was wide but shallow enough for steady crossings and summer swims. Hiking north up to Route 100 led to the Brandywine Battlefield. On an early spring morning, if you closed your eyes and listened to the breezes rustling the leaves, you could almost sense what early Americans felt in this area. The largest tree in diameter that I have ever seen in my life lies on the battlefield, swallowing up three adults standing side by side. Rumors that Lafayette had leaned against this very tree when wounded in the Battle of Brandywine, during the Revolutionary War, was enough to fuel years of adventure. The neighborhood kids and I traversed this area on foot and bicycle many times all the way through high school.
Further galvanizing all these memories of youth was sharing many of these same experiences during rain-soaked runs, winter runs, and midnight summer runs with a champion Irish setter appropriately named King. My construction boss gave King to me one teenage summer evening shortly after his wife was dragged nearly a hundred yards, with a leash still wrapped around her wrist, into a man-made pond next to their home.
Friends, fields, forests, fun, bicycles, a river, a castle, a champion dog, a battlefield….
Being a Boy
Wearing red floppy sneakers and bright brown eyes,
he runs through the fields and searches the sky
to capture the joys of being a boy.
Parting misty mizzles of rain, he’ll stomp through its puddles
and twirl in the tingling wetness of its tumbled flight.
He’ll chase the fog from the treetops
and brandish the chill in the air.
With a stick for a steed and a sword of moonlight,
he gallops through the darkness waging war with the night.
He’s just a boy, wild and innocent, mirthful at play,
dancing on dewdrops and drifting away—
on the bustling winds that frolic through a summer day,
as he runs through the fields and searches the sky
to capture the joy of being a boy.
Seasons Gone By
A herald moonlight trickles through red maple leaves,
soothing ranting blades of grass in their furtive quest for seasons past,
when chanting whispers rose from passages of pine
to float down distant pearly streams
toward moss-covered banks and shades of green.
And there the dew would hasten to the
dawn in golden glimmers full of song,
meadows embraced by the crescent wind
would all be scented in lilac and cyme,
and crested grasses laden with ra

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