Cumorah has a birthday September 2, 2013

HAPPY BIRTHDAY CUMORAH

Cumorah has a look alike. She reminds me of Karen when she was younger.  I didn't know Karen when she was five, but I knew her when she was in her early teen years and despite the age difference they still remind me of each other. Let's post a cute picture of Aunt Karen just for fun. 

 Cumorah is a good name for this little gal because she is like the Hill Cumorah in that treasures are found within her of golden love and insightful imagination. She and Lucy her partner-in-play love adventure and fun.

The other day Cumorah was swinging a net and caught four praying mantis. I see by the net that they are no longer there so they must have gained their freedom. She, Lucy and Caleb spend a lot of time playing in Grandma's magic garden. They take nature walks, sift through the sand, examine rocks,

wander along the paths and rearrange some things they think need rearranging. What a delightful age to be, five years old, and so full of wonder and curiosity about the world around them. I wish all children had the opportunity to enjoy childhood. Lucy and Cumorah also like to jump on the trampoline with Angie, their aunt.

This poem is dedicated to Cumorah, so anyone older than five may fast-forward. I got caught up on some sentences and was unable to make them rhyme, so recruited Richelle's help. Thanks to her she was able to rescue me and put some rhyme to a few sentences. Can you guess which ones they are?

     Grandma's Magic Garden

“Follow me,” said Cumorah to Caleb one day,

Let us go to the garden to romp and to play.

They passed the sand box, filled a bucket with sand,

and Caleb was dragged by his sister's firm hand.

Soon a path did appear and it seemed to call out,

“Come follow me children, I'll take you about.”

They jumped rock to rock while chatting and giggling,

Around trees they swung, between bushes went wiggling.

Swoosh went a butterfly, they watched as it flew,

It floated and danced in a big curly-cue.

Cumorah tripped over a critter scurrying by.

“What was that?” she asked with an added, “Oh my.”

“Let's follow that critter!” She readied to race,

Both anxious and thrilled for the fun of the chase.

They tiptoed along not to cause any fright.

When it stopped, moved, or ran, they followed alright.

Huffing and puffing they came to a stop.

“Where is it? “ they yelled as they jump and they hopped.

“Over there,” yelled Caleb jumping up and down.

And then it was gone. Gone; no where to be found.

                                     Vanished, Disappeared, right out of  sight.                                    “Oh no”, cried Caleb, it's just not right.

That critter's a rascal, a clever little guy.

We almost had him, they wanted to cry.

“Shush,” said Cumorah, “I hear something creeping,

Something eating and chewing, about to be leaping.

“Ouch,” said Caleb. “Ouch, Ouch, Ouch.”

Quickly they looked down and saw a gooey pouch.

Of big clumps, little clumps, red ones and green.

What is this stuff, it looks so unclean.

“Look” said Cumorah, it's the critter up high

Eating the tree leaves as if they were pie. 

                                     He is eating a pine cone, he's eating a twig

He's eating the string and the red kite so big.

He is eating the branch on which he is sitting,

And soon he began belching, hiccuping and spitting.

“Watch out,” cried Cumorah, “he is going to fall.”

He is going to fall right on top of us all.

She grabbed hold of brother and yanked him away,

Away from the tree and the critter that day.

Crash went the branch and down went the critter.

Down went the critter with a tipsy-turn twitter,

Twirling and turning and falling and falling.

Up came the ground; the crash was appalling.

Splash went the red clumps, the green clumps went flying,

Out from the ground where they had been lying.

“Ouch,” said the critter who quivered and shook,

Who quivered and shook and had a sly look.

“What are you, What are you?” questioned the kidders

This was the reply, from the quivering critter:

                                    “I am the seeker, the sweeper, the bleeper;

The great and the noble magic gate keeper.”  

Yes, he was the keeper of Grandma's retreat,

A mystical garden where magic things meet.

And so the two children smiled in relief,

And agreed that this critter was something to keep.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY CUMORAH

LOVE YOU, GRANDMA AND GRANDPA STARR