The dogs were running through the park
announcing their news with joyous bark
Aslan is coming, He'll be here soon!
Summer should reach us by early June.
*~+~*
Few believed it, they were too depressed.
As fears of sickness joined the rest.
The Ice Queen is our only hope.
Without her we just couldn't cope.
Who would give us our Delight?
Keep our world so nice and white?
Lions are merely bigger cats.
What good one that favours rats?
Let the Great Magician call
Aslan's not His son at all
The Queen will turn Him into stone
Skin Him again and grind His bone.
Who wants Christmas, who wants sun?
Both are a curse to everyone.
We want no change, we have our Queen
We like it cold as it's always been.
*~+~*
You're all too young to have a voice.
You really do not see the choice!
All you've known is ice and snow
Yet I've seen Summer... and I know.
Summer is a time of joy
A wonderous gift for girl and boy
A time of flowering, love and light
When cold has lost and life is bright.
Comments
DavidMcAuley | October 25, 2009 - 22:32
I know that summer too my friend - great stuff.
Mangone | October 26, 2009 - 17:57
Thanks again David!
C_A_JONEStechno | October 26, 2009 - 19:29
C A Jones
I often climbed into the wardrobe as a child. Once, when I was about six, it toppled over, the door shutting, resting at an angle on the bed. I was trapped inside for what seemed like hours before I was missed.
Mangone | October 27, 2009 - 06:53
Maybe the same thing happened to CS Lewis and that's how he thought of Narnia in the first place.
Can you remember what you thought of C?
C_A_JONEStechno | October 27, 2009 - 09:44
C A Jones
I was very frightened. It was dark and I was tangled up in the clothes. Everything smelled of mothballs. I wondered why no-one came - the noise must have been heard. I thought that all the things that hide in the dark were going to get me and no-me was coming to help me. I thought I would be torn to pieces.
More Stephen King than C. S. Lewis.