Hooray! Hooray! It's Dr. Seuss's birthday!
That means it's also time for Vivian Kirkfield's #50preciouswords contest. Yea!
Here's my official entry -- although I could tweak and revise and smoosh words around all day if I had the time!
The Peasant and the Peacock
A Prince arrayed in finest silk,
His robe the color of buttermilk,
Travels the kingdom puffed with pride,
A thorny heart nestled inside.
“My kingdom is yours if ever you see
Anyone quite so handsome as me!”
A peasant girl in a dirty frock
Quietly points to a dazzling peacock.
About the Author
When Megan Hoyt first stepped into a tiny library in East Dallas and checked out The Fairy Doll, time stood still for one brief moment. A book! A lovely, magical book about a little girl, overshadowed and overlooked, the youngest of four, just like me! she thought. Rumer Godden gave way to Madeleine L’Engle and Frances Hodson Burnett. Soon, a sturdy, low-hanging backyard branch became a thoughtful spot where some rather large ideas began to take shape. If reading James Barrie can make a girl flap her arms and jump off a garden wall fully expecting to fly, books truly do pulse with life.
"Listen; there was once a king sitting on his throne. Around him stood great and wonderfully beautiful columns ornamented with ivory, bearing the banners of the king with great honor. Then it pleased the king to raise a small feather from the ground, and he commanded it to fly. The feather flew, not because of anything in itself, but because the air bore it along. Thus am I ‘a feather on the breath of God' ”
St. Hildegard of Bingen