The Dancing Dryad…

Alia danced in the grove to the music of the trees.

Her heart sang a song that hung along the breeze.

She tilted and she twirled, she leapt and she laughed

She spun around in pirouettes, flattening all the grass.

The sun smiled warmly down, watching as she danced

As bluejays joined her in the song high up in the branch

A robin and a whippoorwill, a mockingbird and loon,

Got caught up in her winsome song and joined the dulcet tune.

A brook babbled endlessly, as water rushed along

A cacophony chorus of nature’s whispered psalm.

But, if you listen closely, when next you come this way,

You will surely hear the song that the dancing dryad plays.



Sue Vincent’s Thursday Photo Prompt


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R. Todd

I'm older than I think I am and younger than I feel. I'm stuck in the 80's but relevant to today (oh I hope that last part is true). I think I am more of an enigma than I really am, but somehow still confound those who try to figure me out (or they just look at me weird, so I infer that). And I really hate my first name. Husband, father, Navy Vet, UCF graduate, cat owner (translate.. slave), wannabe writer, and all around big kid who is stuck in an adult world. Overall, I just... um.. something to something, blah blah blah. And that's all I got to say about that.

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