Once upon a time on a hill far away, lived three princesses. They knew no evil and they spread good wishes throughout the land. When they heard of three travelers coming their way they set off into the woods to gather fresh berries to feed the strangers upon their arrival. During their journey, the princesses knelt next to a flowing river to get a drink or water. To their amazement stood three furry mice. At first the mice were afraid of the princesses but soon learned that they bore a special gift. Being very skittish creatures, it was to their relief that the princesses could calm fears. They also discovered that the princesses could do no harm. It was that day that the three mice became the three princesses royal servants. Daily the three mice washed the princesses feet and made the most beautiful shoes for the them to wear. The End
THE FESTIVAL OF HARVESTS
Grandpa Watkins woke at four in the morn.
Overalls on the pockets were torn.
Two cups of coffee filled to the top.
Outside the truck backfired a bang and a pop!
With cream and a razor and a very quick shave.
Then grandpa opened the squeaky screen door to meet dear Uncle Dave.
The Festival of Harvests to begin at noon.
Dave and Pa loaded the truck by the light of the moon.
Not a grasshopper chirped. Not a cricket did croak.
But off in the distance was the cry of one billy goat.
The Festival of Harvests, the mazes and hay rides.
The cow paddy pie throws and anything fried.
And pumpkins for fun and to eat.
Orange and white pumpkins oh what a treat!
From seeds in the ground to shapes short and tall.
The Festival of Harvests comes once every fall.
In Dave’s pick up truck they hoisted in side.
Grandpa smiled as he thought of his pumpkins with pride.
Then Dave asked “Did you fasten the latch?”
Grandpa exclaimed don’t be absurd. Now off to town with the best pumpkin patch.
Fortunately, neighbor farmer Fry sees, hears and grins.
His patch full. Another Festival of Harvests, a gathering of friends.
Melissa Kathleen Peterson