"bogey hole".

[goldenrod]

Bogey Hole


I have a little "bogey hole," wherein I store my treasure. In still of night, I creep inside, to view it, at my leisure. A golden coin from every place, a country on this globe, is kept wrapped up in silken-cloth, within that hid, alcove. A silver candle-stick is lit, once I am inside. A flickering source of glitter-light, sat there, by my side. The rounds they twinkle, little suns, tiny points of light. They populate my firmament, they are my stars, at night!

goldenrod.

[eyemaker]

welcome to the forum goldenrod! That sounds good!

[goldenrod]

(eyemaker)

well thank tou "eyemaker".


goldenrod.

[ampoule]

I love this. It sounds like childhood but perhaps you just left there. ;) It reminds me of a wonderful project I do with the children in school. They hammer small holes in the end of a can that has been frozen with ice. After it has melted away they shine a flashlight through the holes onto a dark ceiling, their own constellation.

[goldenrod]

(ampoule)

I have written, on request, a series of three groups of poems for bright students. Had great fun doing it!


goldenrod.