George hadn’t seen much of his young friend. Jim love reading books up in his tree house where he would read for hours.
As he sat on his porch, Old Blue lying at his feet, George longed for the times when Jim would come sit on his swing and hear about the night George got trapped on the mountain in a blizzard.
A young boy should be out riding his bike and swimming in the pond thought George. Then an idea came to mind that would benefit them both. George walked down to the tree and hollered up at Jim.
“Jim, tomorrow I am taking you on a hike I think you will like.”
“And bring no book, for this one day we’ll give to idleness.”
“You and I are going to hike up to that cave where I shot at the mountain lion!
Treehouse Photo: Dwight L. Roth
Today at d’Verse, Ingrid is having us write prosery, which is a prose piece of 144 words and including a line from a poem that she has pick for us.
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She taken them from Wordsworth’s ‘Lines Written at a small distance from my House…‘ which is included in the collection Lyrical Ballads, a groundbreaking poetic collaboration between Wordsworth and Samuel Taylor Coleridge, published in several editions between 1798 and 1802. The ‘Lines’ of this poem are addressed to his sister, Dorothy, and the particular lines I have picked out for you are these:
“And bring no book, for this one day
We’ll give to idleness.”
My story is a spin-off of a story I wrote called the Climb about an old man hunting in the mountains and getting caught in a blizzard. Following is the first segment of the Climb.
https://wordpress.com/post/rothpoetry.wordpress.com/27090 plus eight more segments