~RUMBLE-LAR~Watching the
children play outside, they run and
dance about.Looking up, I see
clouds are forming, we need it,
there's a drought.They're
boiling up and moving in, above the
mountains and the trees.The
darkness of the thunder heads,
threatening, yet mystical to
see.
The children sense a
fear within and come running to be by my
side.And so starts the legend
of man and horse, a magic spirit, to
confide.
Rumble-lar is his
name, he's dressed all in black and
rides a horse, white as
snow.He races through the
thunder heads, and makes the thunder
roll.
Listen to the hoof
beats, as he rides across the
sky.And the flash of
lightning you will see, is his sword he
waves up high.
Then
when all the children's eyes are big,
waiting for it to
end.Rumble-lar
finally punctures the clouds, and the
heavy rains begin.
Oh, the
questions that came from little minds,
were never-ending to hear.
And I tried to reassure them,
they had
nothing at all to fear.
But
the children fled, to the shelter
of the house.And just at
that moment, all around me it
was as quiet as a mouse.
"I
do believe I scared the bee-jee-bees out
of them."
My children, all
grown up now and with children of their
own will tell you they still remember
that late afternoon and
the...
~Legend of Rumble-lar~
With
Imagination & Love~Mom~
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