Pinky swear
Promises are
The highest
Form of
Promises sealed
With a
Kiss and
A cross
To the
Heart and
Can never
Be broken
Except by
Both Bean
We’ve made
Many and
Only ever
Broken one
Last night
Shall we
Make another
To be
Friends forever
Category: Humor
Wisdom (to Bean)
And once
There was
Bean who
Had he
Thought seen
A man
With a
Beard or
So he
Had heard
Going to
Him then
And into
The glen
To ask
Him if
When they
Could maybe
Date the
Man said
Look mate
I’m older
Than you
What ev’r
Could we
Do share
Wisdom you
See forever
With me
Whimsical
And once
There was
Myles that
Watch’d the
Sun dials
He studied
Them closely
He watch’d
Them mostly
For their
Apparent
Whimsicality
Two Kings (an excerpt)
Once upon a time, there was a very small boy that lived in a very big kingdom way at the top of the world. The very small boy was an only child, but he wasn’t lonely. He had a governor that spent every waking hour with the very small boy. As a matter of fact, the very small boy couldn’t remember a time when the governor wasn’t at his side. The very small boy even remembered the first smiling face he saw when he first opened his eyes; it was that of his governor.
One night after dinner, the governor entered the very small boy’s very large bedroom. The very small boy was standing next to the very tall window looking outside at the very large mounds of snow.
“What are you looking at?” the governor asked while walking into the room.
With a deep sigh, the very small boy said, “The same thing I look at every day.”
“Which is what, exactly?” the governor prompted.
And with another deep sigh, the very small boy said, while looking out the very tall window in the very big kingdom at the top of the world, “Exactly nothing.”
And with another deep sigh the very small boy began to imagine other places that were not covered by snow; warm places with sand dunes; tropical places with oceans.
Loving Men-Kindness (Pup Stories)
Every act of kindness is a small miracle.
I have disabilities: I wear a full-length leg brace on my right leg; I must use forearm crutches to ambulate; I have scoliosis; I’m a jalopy.
Pup, on the other hand, is a shiny, new Tesla: Sleek, sexy, and a tad nerdy.
But on the county roads of daily life that we frequently travel, Pup has accepted my limitations, and I, his.
Pup kindly watches me struggle with something (and believe me, I struggle with a good many things), then swoops in to help.
For example, last night we went to Target to buy a mixer. Pup told me to wait, that he’d 
retrieve a power cart so that I wouldn’t have to exhaust myself walking around the store. His expedition to secure a cart was in vain, however. But that didn’t stop Pup. Oh no (and this is the Rhodesian Ridgeback showing), he stepped up to every department manager and pointed out that a lack of concern on the part of Target staff was a direct violation of the ADA. It was as though I were being taunted by a bunch of bullies, and he jumped in to defend me.
Sigh.
Or, after we’d eaten our first dinner together, Pup watched my feeble attempt at placing my leftovers in a to-go box, then grabbed the plate and the box and deftly transferred the pulled pork, baked potato, and mac and cheese. Finally, he inscribed the top of the container so I’d know what treasure lies within.
Sigh.
Or last night, on the way home from Target, I was struggling with an impossible pound bag of M & M’s. For some ungodly reason, I have never been able to tear open their bags, 
and when I do, the bloody bag explodes, sending candy everywhere like chocolate shrapnel. But as Pup was driving, he reached into my lap, gently removed the bag from my hands, held it to his mouth, and, while I was screaming “fire in the hole,” easily tore open a corner with his teeth, then tenderly placed the bag back in my hands saying, “here you go, sweets for my sweet.”
Sigh. Sniffle.
Pup is my champion. Though young, he pulls out my chairs, moves obstacles from my paths, slows his walk so we’re side-by-side, reaches into my breast pocket for my billfold, removes espresso that’s older than 90 seconds.
Pup has become my very own super-hero.
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 