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.
" ... Every child has a gift. Some are athletes and acrobats. Others are singers and dancers. One might be an artist, while another paints pictures with words. One explores the universe with a telescope, while another flies to the moon."
Megan Hoyt, Hildegard's Gift