The pig that wanted to sway like the daisies.

Here’s a little fable and illustration I created for children :).

The pig that wanted to sway like the daisies by Bridget Cameron

A pig one day, came across a field of daisies that were waving in the wind. He enjoyed watching the way they swayed back and forth, back and forth and hoped that he could too, sway gently like them in the breeze.
He stood in the middle of the field and asked the wind to blow stronger for him, so that he may sway like the daisies. The wind heard his plea, and began to blow with gentle wisps. The pig could feel the wind against his body, but alas nothing happened.
He then, asked the wind to blow stronger. The wind blew with more might, and the pig felt the gusts of wind brushing against his body, yet found that he still stood still. Then, with his loudest voice he asked, “Please wind, blow with all your might!”
The wind took a deep breath and blew out an enormous tornado. The pig felt the wind come, and began to move at last, and move he did, for he was caught up in the funnel of wind and was swept away to another land. When he finally landed, he lay still in a field of gently swaying daisies.

Moral: Accept yourself for who and what you are. Accept others as they are.

© Bridget Cameron

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The Christmas Budgie

Here’s a little Christmas poem and picture I created for children. Please share it! I also wish you a Merry Christmas and a Happy 2015 New Year!

The xmas budgie by Bridget Cameron

The Christmas Budgie

I have a budgie, whose name is Zoom,
He likes to fly around my living room.

Last Christmas Eve when I wasn’t looking,
He found my Christmas stocking.

He bit a hole, right through the sole,
Then, popped his head right out that hole.

Delighted with his Christmas gown,
Zoom bobbed happily up and down.

He looked so proud, full of Christmas cheer,
It even brought me a Christmas tear.

Then, he started whistling Jingle Bells,
Singing wholeheartedly like Peals.

All on Christmas Eve, Upon my Christmas Reeve.

 ©  Bridget Cameron

BUTTERFLY DANCER

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Painted Lady butterfly

A little dancer upon the breeze,
flutters up the hill to be near me.

A flash of orange-brown all around,
Prancing to her beat.
Dancing gracefully,
fluttering here,
fluttering there,
‘oer trees against a clear blue sky.

Lifted upon the wind,
she’s coming closer,
oh sweet lovely,
I see her,
she’s almost here…

Watching moving colours and patterns dance,
Makes my heart sing.
Orange, brown, yellow, crème and white,
outlined in black ink,
smiles upon the wind and lets her beauty shine.

Coming closer now, almost touching,
Butterfly does a curtsy and swirls around my head,
making me feel dizzy, giddy and ecstatic inside.

She’s here now…
Kissing me ever so gently,
to the hum of her beating wings against my face.

I feel her through my whole body, and sing,

Thank you, sweet sister of the wind,
Delighted by your presence.
I wish you a good day too,
And I see you’re on your way…

© 2013 Bridget Cameron

TASTING FLIGHT

“Once you have tasted flight, you will forever walk the earth with your eyes turned skyward, for there you have been, and there you will always long to return.”
Leonardo da Vinci

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photo © Valentyn Volkov Volkov

Learning to fly, said the fly to the toad,

is an awfully easy thing to do.

Just think of where you want to go,

then flap real hard and you will surely go.

“That’s ok, if you have wings” said the toad with a moan.

The fly just smiled and said,

“Let your eyes look up and do the talking,

and then you will be walking,

straight to where you want to be.”

“But, I’m hungry now!” said the toad to the fly,

“and you will surely die!”

With a flick of his tongue,

as quick as a gun,

he licked that fly right out of the air.

Then swallowed real hard, that really wasn’t fair,

to poor old fly that could no longer fly.

The toad burped out loud and let out a sigh

then pronounced, “I guess it was your time to die.”

And in the darkness, the fly said one last goodbye,

before being absorbed by toad’s gastric juices,

no doubt a loser, or so it would seem.

For within a moment the fly found himself in a dream.

Lifted up from out of his pulped body,

  he ascended real high up into the light,

it was such a glorious sight,

oh what a flight!

He was not dead, no need to dread,

for life existed beyond the song,

and there he joined other souls’ along,

the very long road that pulsed with elephant, human and pine,

all singing fine,

to the heart of universal life.

 

© 2013 Bridget Cameron

Here at the Seashore

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Here at the seashore

Boy and sunlit ripples play

On this fair Spring day.

©  Bridget Cameron

TICKLE ME RED

TICKLE ME RED

Tickle me Red,
when I’m in bed.

This is one stanza of a nursery rhyme I created called, Tickle me Pink. This cuddly and tickly children’s picture book is rhyming and introduces colour.