Hello, Found Object Poets. I am prancing around in New Jersey today while another blogger takes over today’s hosting duties.
FOUND: Horse Figurine
You will find the Day 20Found Object Poem Project post at Jone Rush MacCulloch’s blog, Deowriter. Thank you for hosting while I’m visiting with family, Jone!
DAY 21 FOUND OBJECT PROMPT (February 21)
I’ll see you back here (late!) tomorrow for Day 21 and the last set of writing prompts. You can leave your Day 20 responses at this post or in the comments at Jone’s blog.
Day 20
Story by Jessica Bigi
Mysteries (Coin)-as in money
I can only image how it
Ended up on our sidewalk
Spooked wagon wells traveling
From hundreds of years ago
At terrors chest from a ship that
Sailed an enchant river
As the sun hit the round object
A silvery shine cote my eyes
I ran over to where it layer
Reached down and grabbed it
With my fingers rusty
Form age it felt like sandpaper
Where did it come from I thought
As I ran to granddads house with my fond
Thresher like gold in my hand
How could of dropped it ?
Some ancient Egyptian king?
Or someone that studies dinosaurs?
A queen of some royal city?
All I know was it was mine now
Granddad Look what I found
On our sidewalk
This is very old he said as
He opened up a big book of rai cones
Do you think it is worth a
Lot of money I ask
Son he said it is so rai that I
Can’t find it in my book
We both look at it through
His Magen fine glass
Look at this granddad said
On one side of the coin
It sad free ride
And on the other side of
The coin was a horse
Granddad just smile ah
I remembered these he
as he ran up stars I’ll be back he sad
When he got back
he was hold a dusty box
I still have a few of these coins he sad
Son get your coat
Where are we going granddad
I t’s a spritzer he sad
We got in to his car
It seemed like we drove forever
Were her son this place has so
Many happy mummeries he sad
We had driven to a park that
I have never seen before
What does this park have to do
with my coin I aske ?
we was a but as granddad told
me that this is where he met
my grandmother his I tear up
when before us should this beautiful old caracal
granddads smiled I think it takes
quarters now but when I was
younger these tokens like the
one you found wound pay for the ride
when you grandmother and I were
tanagers we spent Meany
summer and fall day riding on
the magical horses
I like the one that look like a lion
After that day grandad brought
me back the caracal
now that I am older I Bering my
Own wife and druthers
And I have such a beautiful magical story
that all starts coin with
A hours on one sit
What I wonderful trouser
I found I think
I will keep it
Jessica, I put on my blog.
[…] at Laura Shovan’s blog, Jessica Bigi left this story […]
not now but when you have time could swich this creted verison of day 20 poem with the one that wasent thank you
• Mysteries (Coin)-as in money
I can only imagine how it ended up on our sidewalk. Spoked wagon wheels traveling from hundreds of years ago. A treasure chest from a ship that sailed an enchanted river. As the sun hit the round object A silvery shine caught my eyes. I ran over to where it lay, reached down and grabbed it with my fingers. Rusty from age it felt like sandpaper. Where did it come from? I thought as I ran to Granddad’s house with my found treasure like gold in my hand. Who could have dropped it? Some ancient Egyptian king? Or someone that studies dinosaurs? A queen of some royal city? All I know was it was mine now. “Granddad! Look what I found on our sidewalk.”
“This is very old,”he said as he opened up a big book of rare coins.
“Do you think it is worth a lot of money?” I asked.
“Son,” he said, “It is so rare that I can’t find it in my book.”
We both looked at it through his magnifying glass.
“Look at this!” granddad said. On one side of the coin it said free ride. And on the other side of the coin was a horse. Granddad just smiled. “Ah, I remembered these,” he said as he ran upstairs. “I’ll be back,” he said. When he got back he was holding a dusty box. “I still have a few of these coins,” he said. “Son get your coat.”
“Where are we going granddad?”
“It’s a surprise,” he said. We got into his car. It seemed like we drove forever. “Where her son this place has so many happy memories,” he said. We had driven to a park that I have never seen before.
“What does this park have to do with my coin?” I asked. Granddad told me that this is where he met my grandmother. His eyes tear up when before us should this beautiful old carousel. Granddad smiled. “I think it takes quarters now but when I was younger these tokens like the one you found would pay for the ride. When your grandmother and I were teenagers we spent many summer and fall day riding on the magical horses. I liked the one that looked like a lion.”
After that day Granddad brought me back to the carousel. Now that I am older I bring my own wife and others. And I have such a beautiful magical story that all starts with a coin with a hours on one side. What a wonderful treasure I found I think.
Laura, I have submitted to Days 1-4 on those day’s comments. I wasn’t sure if that was the right way to add old ones or not. If you need them up on a current page, just let me know and I’ll move them! Thanks!
I’ll let you know if and when I get the rest put up.
I’m working on it, Donna. Thank you!
Day 21
Complicated
It’s easy!
All one must do is
thread the bobbin, insert it under the left plate,
pull the thread up to connect with the upper needle,
thread that needle.
All set?
Now, place the fabric under the needle,
hold it straight,
then turn the wheel on the right,
and at the same time,
start peddling the treadle
back and forth,
back and forth,
push the fabric slowly through.
Be sure it stays lined up!
And don’t forget to peddle,
keep peddling.
It’s much quicker than sitting late at night
sewing the families’ clothes-
one hour for a shirt,
instead of 14 hours by hand.
This machine is a time saver,
and now you can make so many more pieces of clothing
for the family.
You won’t be able to vote for another seventy years,
but you can sew
on this complicated machine,
taking care of the family.
Linda Baie ©All Rights Reserved
Here’s for Day 21:
Grandmother’s Machine
Her sewing machine
a time
of spiritual contemplation
Her sewing machine
after
the household chores
Her sewing machine
creating
smocks, dresses, and aprons
Her sewing machine
rhythmic
like a rocking horse
Her sewing machine
quiet
now with secrets
© 2016 Jone Rush MacCulloch all rights reserved
REVISED….decided to change the last stanza.
Grandmother’s Machine
Her sewing machine
a time
of spiritual contemplation
Her sewing machine
after
the household chores
Her sewing machine
creating
smocks, dresses, and aprons
Her sewing machine
rhythmic
like a rocking horse
Her sewing machine
quiet
with untold stories
© 2016 Jone Rush MacCulloch all rights reserved