The Foot Goes Down

I learn about the stresses in a sentence.  Da Dum Da Dum is what I have to write.  It’s hard when I feel awkward, shy and clumsy.  Instead of da Dum I go dum Dee-dee Dum.  My teacher says in not so many words,  “Abide the rule before you turn it lose.”   His wife says she is going to make a meal, and bids farewell with five Da Dum Da Dums.  I’m stunned and muted, unable to say goodbye.  Oh when can I be just as eloquent?

The moon is bright as I walk up the hill.  I count the stars: a one , a two, a three.  A four, a five… and there, my precious feet!  “Sweet dreams, sweet dreams!”  the night owl makes a hoot.  My feet will rest in bed till morning comes.