Sunday, August 6, 2017

Sometimes I write things

I've been mostly off-line teaching in an unplugged program in New Mexico.  Hopefully more posts will follow.  This is a quick hit for a story I wrote during a writing workshop with kids.  I return to civilization tomorrow.  Perhaps blogging will pick-up 

THE BOY WHO WANTED TO TOUCH THE SKY

[Note bits in bold should be said together by the group if being read aloud]
Once there was a boy who wanted to touch the sky.  First, he climbed on top of his house.  He reached way up but he couldn’t touch the sky.  So then he climbed the tallest hill by his house.  He reached way up but he couldn’t touch the sky.  So he went to the next town and asked around about the tallest hill was there.  He climbed it, and it took him most of the day, when he go to the top, he reached way up but he couldn’t touch the sky.  So he asked around and he heard that if he followed the river upstream there were mountains.  So he walked along the river until he saw a mountain.  He climbed the mountain for two days, and when he got to the top he reached way up but he couldn’t touch the sky.  And he looked around at the top of the mountain and saw an even bigger mountain nearby so he went down the mountain to the valley and started climbing and it took him four days.  And when he got to the top, he reached way up but he couldn’t touch the sky.  The boy was very distraught.  He was frustrated.  He was angry.  He yelled at the sky.  He shook his fist.  He climbed down the mountain; he went down the valley, he rafted down the river, he walked back to his village and found the lowest point he could because he just felt so low.  He lay on the ground and kicked his feet in anger.  He punched his fists in frustration, he cried tears of pain.  He rolled onto his back and as his tears fell down his cheeks, it started to rain.  

And he laughed and laughed because he realized, it wasn’t his place to touch the sky, but if he waited long enough, than the sky would touch him. 

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