Guided by the Chweebus Light.
St. John Bartholomew, Pilgrim Peddler, when his path had strayed, recalled a suitable prayer.
The trade had so pleased the Nimble Folk,
their Grand Yahkoot bequeathed to him,
a talisman which is said to have belonged
to the Lord of Two Trees.
He was also instructed in
several invocations and choruses,
by which the amulet may display
its purpose and power.
Chweebian
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Brought to you courtesy of the departing clouds.
[The earlier one, the one I removed, had a typo.]
As rain began descending on the mead,
The peddler removed his hat and said,
“Lord, I have lost my way again. I need
Your guidance.” So, he knelt, and bowed his head,
Laying his pack beside him in the grass,
Mumbling a silent, humble prayer—
He knew these tribulations had to pass.
The Principalities and Powers of Air
Roared their dark displeasure. As the light-
Ning flashed and blasts of thunder burst on high—
A wingéd figure coalesced, mid-flight,
To challenge their dominion of the sky.
That Victory could be a tiny bird
Seemed laughable to the assembled Powers,
But not our friend the peddler, who had heard
This bird turned tempests into wildflowers.
wow. methinks you know this yarn better than i. You spin stanzas so effortlessly... a true Chweebian feat! I would hate to leave this in the comment section.
I am glad you like it! I was worried it might seem presumptuous.
I got the idea for it from the clouds in your drawing. And Ning's dread sway. (Did you see how I worked Ning in?) All the elements of the story were already there in your lyrical sketches. My only embellishment was adding flowers.
I truly adore the Chweebus. He has been very good to me. The poem is yours, of course, to title and place where you wish.
It is a pleasure working with you, Sir.
Does the peddler have biscuits or treats, or just goodies for the nwee?
If the answer is in the positive,
I'll head out to the chweebus tree.
And wait, and wait, and wait until the light turns green.
Love, Ning Ning.
Don't cross the street in the middle in the middle In the middle in the middle in the middle of the block
Use your eyes to look up Use your ears to hear
Walk up to the corner when the coast is clear
And wait And wait Until you see the light turn green
Don't cross the street in the middle in the middle In the middle in the middle in the middle of the block
-Lyrics by "They Might Be Giants" In The Middle, In The Middle, In The Middle.
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