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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 4 – Masters)
Topic: Orange (the color) (11/19/09)
By winter fireside’s orange glow
And leaping flame’s hypnotic show,
All snug and warm from chilling snow
As Pop recounts in tones, dead slow,
Tall tales and lore from long ago--
Hairs stand on end and goose bumps grow.

Old myths of swamplands dark and dread,
The home to dragons breathing red
Create word pictures in your head
And when it comes to time for bed
The comfort of the hearth has fled--
Cold chills run down your spine instead.

We jump beneath the sheets in fright,
Our minds are full of mythic sights—
We dare not quench the bedside light
For fear of creatures of the night—
We drift asleep—all’s peace and quiet—
When morning comes, no ghouls in sight.

In worlds where nothing stays the same
I miss home’s orange fireside flame;
Tale-telling left when T.V. came--
Perhaps progression is to blame!
But Pop’s tall tales now seem so tame
Compared to modern ghoulish games.
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Linda Wright
11/26/09
I absolutely loved this poem! I grew up with TV so I do not remember life without it. How sad! I believe you are right though... TV changed life. I like to think that somewhere people still gather around a fireplace and tell tall tales! Creative poem for the subject... good job!
Barbara Culler 
11/29/09
Very creative! Reminded me of ghost stories around the campfire. Technology sure has infringed on good old fashioned spookiness!
Mariane Holbrook
11/30/09
This brought back rich memories of Mother reading James Whitcomb Riley to the 5 little girls in our family. Her big brown eyes would scare us half to death as she read about goblins and scarey things that creep in the night snatching little kids who were misbehaving. Then she'd laugh, kiss us all goodnight and tell us to go to sleep. Fat chance! We were all huddled together under the covers at the bottom of the bed! Rich imaginations, wonderful word pictures, even though today's child psychologists would drive James Whitcome Riley from library shelves. hehe I love your entry. Right on!
Noel Mitaxa 
12/02/09
I loved your imagery and the sense of adventure. Also the security that a beloved grandpa could also be the source of suspense. I also echoed the recognition of the change that TV brought. I was 18 when we got our first set, which was such a relief because we'd been staring into that corner of the lounge room for so long!