My Version of "Tell Me Where does Infatuation Lie?"

Tell me, where is "love" born,
In the heart, or in the brain?
How was it born, how cared for?
Tell me, tell me.
It starts in the eyes,
With lots of gazing; and then dies
In the cradle where it lies.
Let us all ring love's death toll.
I'll begin it-Ding, dong, bell.
All: Ding, dong, bell.
                From The Merchant of Venice

In this case love does not mean real self-sacrificing love, but fancy or "being in love."

A Man for all Seasons

Thomas More was liked by king Henry VIII.  This was great, but the only problem was that there were powerful men who didn't like More.  One of the reasons that they didn't like him was that he was very good. He was very committed to his faith and would not swerve from his beliefs even if it would help himself.

   Because the king liked More, he made him his Chancellor.  More didn't really want to be the Chancellor, but he obeyed him anyway.

   More was a good Chancellor, but he disagreed with the king in one important way and it was this:  Henry was married, but he wanted to divorce his present wife and marry someone else and More thought this was wrong.  Some people thought this was lawful, because in one of their laws it said that the king was the head of the church as far as God allowed.  They left out the "As far as God allows" part, though, and payed attention to the rest instead.

This problem grew too much for More that he resigned as Chancellor.  

Kon-Tiki

Everyone was very doubtful that they would ever make it across to the South Sea islands and they kept saying that they wouldn't.  One man even said that if they made it across alive to the South Sea islands, he would give them all a life's supply of whisky!

Finally the boat was ready and they had the naming of the boat ceremony.  There were a bunch of people there including the ambassadors of: America, Britain, Peru and many others.  The president of Peru who was also there talked with them before they were to leave and they said their good-bye's.

The secretary for their voyage did the final send off.  She took a coconut and broke it on the boat like the people who had gone before them would have done.  Also because the champagne "accidentally" got packed away in one of the men's private box of stuff.

Before they left they took a short trip up the mountain to get their last view of land and trees and grass that they would have for a long time.  Then they came down the mountain and set off.  

Time

How do you view your time?  Do you think of it as all yours, and if someone does something that you think messes up your plan are you upset?
When we think of time as our own, we can get irritable and impatient.  If you are standing in line at the grocery store and things are going slow, you might stand there tapping your foot angrily until it is finally your turn.  Or if you are in traffic because of and accident on your way home you get impatient and complain aloud to all the other passengers in the car.

We should not view time as our own, it is really God's time and should be used for Him and not us.  If things are not going exactly the way you want them to, don't let out on God or other people, but know that God is in control.

My Version of When That I was and a Little Tiny Boy

When that I was and a little tiny boy,

    With hey, ho, the wind and the rain,

A foolish thing was but a toy,

For the rain it raineth every day.




But when I came to man’s estate,

 With hey, ho, the wind and the rain,


‘Gainst knaves and thieves men shut the gate,

   For the rain it raineth every day.






But when I came, alas! to wive,


With hey, ho, the wind and the rain,

By swaggering could I never thrive,   

 For the rain it raineth every day.




               But when I came unto my beds,                

With hey, ho, the wind and the rain, 

 With toss-pots still had drunken heads, 

For the rain it raineth every day.




 A great while ago the world begun,

    With hey, ho, the wind and the rain,

But that’s all one, our play is done,

And we’ll strive to please you every day.

~William Shakespeare

                                                              When I was a little boy,

With hey, ho the wind and the rain,

A foolish thing was our play thing,

For the rain it rains every day.




But when I at last became a man

With hey, ho, the wind and the rain,

People didn't hang round with bad guys and thieves,

For the rain it rains every day.




But when I got married, ug!

With hey, ho, the wind and the rain,

By acting cool I could not live,

For the rain it rains every day.




But then I had to go to bed,

With hey, ho, the wind and the rain,

With drunkards and the no-goods,

For the rain it rains every day.




A long time ago when the world began,

With hey, ho, the wind and the rain,

But whatever, our play is done,

And we'll try to please you every day.

                                                ~Grace Lindsay

Kon-Tiki

   There are six crew members that will be going across and none of them have met and all are very different. This is good because they would be able to tell stories for weeks on end to each other and there would still be more to tell.  One of the worst parts about going across the sea on a raft is being bored and not knowing what to do.  With so many different personalities, it is more likely that they would last longer, because they would be laughing and thinking and telling stories.  If they already knew each other there would be less to tell and if they all had the same personalities things could get very boring very fast.  If they couldn't think of things to do the crew could get mutinous and start rebelling or fights could start out on board.  

   They got permission from the Peruvian government to build a balsa raft in one of their boatyards and so they made the boat.  Besides them, there were other Peruvians who helped to build the raft.  Important officials sometimes came to look at their raft and ominously shook their heads.  They said there was no way that they would be able to make it to the South Pacific Islands alive.  

Goldilocks and the Three Bears in Accentual Meter

Goldilocks was very vain, her foremost fault was this,

She never thought of anyone, except her little self.

One Monday as she mulled about, she wandered through the wood,

When of a sudden, reeling round she realized she was lost.

Her tummy started tumbling and making many moans,

She felt so very famished and so foraged for some food.

When the sun was soaring way up high, she stumbled slowly on,

She came upon a clearing where a comely cottage stood.

Her overpowering hunger was a curse that did control.

She oped the door to see some food and made a mighty shout,

On the table in plain sight was porridge, piping hot.

She sat at once to eat her fill and feed upon the family meal.

The first bowl made her bite her tongue so horribly hot was it,

The next one was so very cold she almost froze her face.

The third dish was a dainty one she downed it with delight,

When she had finished she felt a need to rest her ranting legs.

"My dogs are barking!" she drowsily droned as she sat in someone's seat,

But when her bum met with the bench they dangerously disagreed.

It was so surly she bore a bruise until she was eighty-nine.

So our miss priss picked the next in line, with pillows soft as silk

Its cushions were so very soft that she sank several feet.

But when she tried the third one she was happy as could be,

It was cuddly and cozy and and not to hard or soft.

The only stipulation was it smashed beneath her brawn,

"Oh well," she said "I think it's time that I was fast asleep."

Upstairs she found the closest bed and there she lazily lay,

But up again she jumped so high, her head nigh reached the roof!

"Now that's not nice." she frowningly said, "I must find something super!"

So off she set to catch a nap on the next bed in the room, 

This bed had many roses red all printed on the quilt,

"This one looks lovely!" Goldy said and jumped up jovially.

But once her lovely golden head had touched the pillowcase,

She could not get back out again, until she'd been almost smothered.

The next bed was of baby blue and small as small could be,

And when she laid in that wee one, she soon fell fast asleep.

Now wending slowly through the woods the family headed home.

But when they reached their little house, they saw that something was amiss.

They ope'd the door and saw the remnants of their savory porridge all around,

They cleaned it up and then they saw, that their poor baby's was all gone.

When they went to look around to see if not else was amiss,

They found that baby's chair was smashed and father became furious,

For he had made that little chair for baby's birthday bash.

When they climbed upstairs, they found, our dearest Goldy fast asleep.

When Goldy waked she did espy, three pairs of eyes all on her,

She screamed and soared out through the window and ran home to her mom.
                                                                                            ~Grace Lindsay