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[aid] => mick
[title] => das tunnel
[time] => 2011-04-25 12:41:41
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[bodytext] => As a child, those summer days burnt lovingly in memory. Adventures set, we walked in gangs for places set with mystery. One such place, I remember well. A tunnel set within the ground, under the bank of a canal. A stream ran through it, little sound. For this stream ran quite sparingly barely deserving of a course stone tunnel built so carefully. Above it, fishermen & boats. The tunnel had a rusty gate that children said was to protect, for led within, a witch in wait would suck the life right out your breath. My fear of this was tangible, I bent right down and stepped across . light rings rubbed at the tunnel wall gate open, we were at a loss the older kids they badgered me the tunnel no more than three foot six they were too big to get inside they'd watch me, I was small and slick. I was pushed in, my hand touched slime the gate swung back. Clicked, as if nudged. They laughed at me, I turned in fright and grabbed the bars that did not budge. I cried and cried to be let out the tears ran down my red hot cheeks Pauline tried to settle me down- she reassured, it was so sweet. Then footsteps from a black shadow splashed down the tunnel, shining bright the kids they all but one ran off their screams announcing deadly fright. I turned round ,fraught, to meet my fate. A Black labrador sniffed me, all about and ran off, then I clicked the gate. The gate swung open, I fell out. Pauline and I both got the joke and laughed so loud, and we embraced. I was the boy that saw the witch who sucked the breath right out my face. And so the story it went on until bath time, and some time beyond. Our folklore, carefully contrived. No questions. It was never wrong. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 100 [topic] => 54 [informant] => poeticjestix [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => happypoetry )
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