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.
