The homage she gave showed the humbleness not found in a queen. That’s why the people didn’t knew who she was. In a disguise she wanted to see the lives of her subjects.
There was evil plans at hand to kidnap her because she had trusted her only friend. Did her father trust this friend? No. So he had his spies mingling with the crowd and they pounced on the evil group.
Be careful who you trust.
Watching dance and music from different countries, one thing was evident. In their movements I see the visceral thrill of their lives being portrayed right in front of me.
What is it that brings tears into my eyes? From Korea to Lagos to Romania to Brooklyn to London the stories have the same vein. There is happiness and there is sadness, both built on emotion.
Oozing juices from fruits
Nectar heaven made
With fair love for those
Enjoying earth’s gifts.
They lurched forward
In the rickety wooden truck
That went into every pothole
In the road as it travelled,
Rollling to and fro was the other thing
It did and got the passengers laughing.
I wonder who woke them up
When they all fell into a trance
I am used to seeing on TV
There is someone who shakes
Or slaps the person out of the trance
But now there was no one
So they all ay there till morning
With the rain beating down on them.
Do you recite nursery rhymes to yourself? I mean do they just pop up in your head anytime at all? Whether children are around or not it happens, although may be it’s just me and I can’t get them out of my head. I can’t say I have one favourite one, there are so many.
One thing I find is learning rhymes help with active memory. What do you think?