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Array ( [sid] => 43903 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Margarita LX [time] => 2004-04-19 15:06:53 [hometext] => [bodytext] => Bird finds the fire, but no good way to hold.
And so with cleaver mind puts coal behind
his nice ear holding fire that way we're told.
For flame, a useful place or seat of kind.

All day the road runner continued his journey, fighting rattlesnakes on the way.
At night he reached the burning mountain. Seizing a love coal he started back. But,
because he had to fight snakes, he couldn't carry the coal in his wings. He placed
it, instead, behind his ear. After many battles he again crossed the river with aid of
the friendly goose. Speeding onward, he finally reached "Jantabo" where the tribal
council still sat. Shaking the live coal from behind his ear, he revealed a scorched red
feather. Chief decreed that the roadrunner should always wear the read feather as a medal of honor and that he should ever afterward be protected by man. Silence followed the story.
Dona Rose expressed listening group's sentiment.What a nice legend, Margarita. Whenever
I see a roadrunner I'll always think of your story. I'll look for the red feather and think of you."

[comments] => 2 [counter] => 176 [topic] => 31 [informant] => ramfire [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 3 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => StoryPoetry )
Margarita LX

Contributed by ramfire on Monday, 19th April 2004 @ 03:06:53 PM in AEST
Topic: StoryPoetry



Bird finds the fire, but no good way to hold.
And so with cleaver mind puts coal behind
his nice ear holding fire that way we're told.
For flame, a useful place or seat of kind.

All day the road runner continued his journey, fighting rattlesnakes on the way.
At night he reached the burning mountain. Seizing a love coal he started back. But,
because he had to fight snakes, he couldn't carry the coal in his wings. He placed
it, instead, behind his ear. After many battles he again crossed the river with aid of
the friendly goose. Speeding onward, he finally reached "Jantabo" where the tribal
council still sat. Shaking the live coal from behind his ear, he revealed a scorched red
feather. Chief decreed that the roadrunner should always wear the read feather as a medal of honor and that he should ever afterward be protected by man. Silence followed the story.
Dona Rose expressed listening group's sentiment.What a nice legend, Margarita. Whenever
I see a roadrunner I'll always think of your story. I'll look for the red feather and think of you."





Copyright © ramfire ... [ 2004-04-19 15:06:53]
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Re: Margarita LX (User Rating: 1 )
by Stitch on Wednesday, 28th April 2004 @ 08:58:40 AM AEST
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This was fascinating. I love the way you tell your tales. They are concise and yet brimming with details.
Nice stuff.
Stitch


Re: Margarita LX (User Rating: 0 )
by Former_Member on Saturday, 8th May 2004 @ 09:17:34 PM AEST
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i'll look for the feather
thanks for sharing




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