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|Swift River notebook up close|
Look for the notebooks at the Town Hall, Clapp Memorial Library, Belchertown Senior Center, Easthampton Savings Bank, all school libraries (and other spaces, should the opportunity arise)
starting Friday, June 1.
contact MsLevy at BHS for details ... firstname.lastname@example.org or leave a message at 323-9419 x2127
The life, silence.
There once was a little girl who grew living in the wonders of the outdoors. She was a friend of the animals, at peace with the rain, for she knew how to dance in it.
Her own child was very much like her, until she found the book of eternity.
The first story held her eyes to the page, glued to stay forever.
'The goal of this game is simple' she read to her mother
'for when come winter there's snow
This book is your life, your life alone
Nothing could ever distract you from me
And you will read me forever.'
The girl tried, and tried as she could, but, alas, it was no good.
That book was stuck, for eternity it seemed, until the gleam of hope was found.
When the girl fell asleep, the book rested to, and from her fingers it would fall. Quiet as the night, her mother stepped besides her. She grabbed the book and snapped it shut tight.
She threw it away, how they rejoiced on that day, not knowing the fate that would come.
Not a day later, with not a finger laid outside, the girl turned on her radio. A song came on, named the song of eternity.
'I am the song, the song of eternity,
You can never stop listening to me.
As I play, it is here you shall stay
For no one shall take this time, I'll say.'
But luck came before them that day, and all the lights of the city flickered out, and the radios enchanting song died.
Oh, how they rejoiced on this day, For neither book nor song, could trick them, do they dare say?
Not a day later, the girl hadn't even looked outside, and was still as ignorant as she was from the start.
A new era of cell phones appeared and she knew that she must have one, so she did. On that cell phone she talked and texted the day away, and would not separate from it at night. She put up quite a fight,
' I will never, ever get rid of this phone' she said
' I will stay with it for eternity,
No one shall ever take it from me.'
It consumed her whole, it became her life, and though she didn't know it, her cell phone had become a destructive device.
She had hurt all her friends, though never had to face them, and taunted her mother 'til she cried. But she had brought this all this upon herself, no ones fault but her own. There was no devil, clutching her with its might, she was there by choice, not fright.
Her mother weeped for her daughter, thinking of how she used to love everything with not a care for herself. Finally with all of her will she dragged her little girl outside.
She dropped her phone in amazement, and as it shattered she didn't care to cry. Her mother taught her to become friends with the animals, and their laughs of joy rang out like a bell, the broken phone still where it fell. The girl learned how to be at peace with the rain, for she learned how to dance in it.
She had gained more knowledge then she'd ever known, and now knew the shame of her former ignorance. She saw the flaws of what she did, but nature cleansed them until she was new again. Her life was a journey, and for the rest of her life, she grew living in the wonders of the outdoors.