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Saturday, May 14, 2011

5 AM

Another Saturday has rolled around, and Mrs. Jenny at "…off on my tangent…" has offered the prompt, "Hush little baby, don't you cry…" for this week's Saturday Centus. If you don't know about this fabulous blog, to learn the rules and all that, please click on the Saturday Centus button on my sidebar.

And, if you have time, please go back to last Saturday's meme and read my granddaughter's first serious poem at "New Poet @ Small stories and Stuff." It wasn't posted until yesterday because of issues with Blogger.

So what shall I do with this week's prompt? Here goes.

Jane’s head wobbled as she peddled her grandmother's cradle with one foot, then the other. Exhausted and sleep deprived, she had resorted to lying Joseph in the cradle and rocking it from her precarious perch on the edge her chair.

Every time she stopped the rhythmic motion of the cradle, Joseph tuned his windpipes and blared out like a trumpet. Her response was to croon “Hush little baby, don’t you cry,” over and over. She leaned back in the chair, fell into a light sleep. When the cradle wound down, there was quiet in the nursery.

Until, from down the hall, “Mama, I’m hungry.”

The baby bellowed.

© cj Schlottman

Friday, May 13, 2011


This poem was writen by my grandaughter, Addie Duck. She is 16 years old and this is her first serious attempt at writing poetry. I think it is wonderful, naturally, but she and I would both appreciate any comments you have. She used the Saturday Centus prompt, “I’d like to teach the world to sing.........” And she stuck to the 100 words rule!

Ocean waves crashing
Autumn leaves crunching
Fierce winds blowing
Tall grass swaying
I wish I could teach the world to sing
Rain drops splashing
Weeping Willows hunching
Entangling vines sewing
Bright moons waning
I wish I could teach the world to sing
Nature’s orchestra without a director
Each contributing different tones
Lyric-less music effortlessly fills the air
Randomly concocted art
I wish I could teach the world to sing
In unison, in sync, together
Conducive to the masterpiece
No longer separated
Simultaneously beautiful
I wish someone could teach the world to sing

Tuesday, May 10, 2011


Each week, our Schoolmarm with a Heart, Jenny Matlock, hosts a meme called Saturday Centus. To learn all the rules and get a feel for the entries, please click the Saturday Centus button on my sidebar. You will not be disappointed. Oh, and please visit Jenny's blog, on my tangent...

This week's prompt is I'd like to teach the world to sing.... And here is my contribution - late, as usual.

Jane felt a bit dorky. Her friends were making fun of the new Coke jingle, “I’d like to teach the world to sing...” but she kind of liked it. The thought of the whole world singing together was appealing.

Could it happen? What language would they sing in? There were thousands of languages and dialects to choose from. Wouldn’t it just be an awful cacophony if everyone sang at once?

Thinking some more, she realized that it was impossible for the world to sing as one, that our planet is peopled with diverse cultures and languages, and that was a good thing.

But she still liked the song.