Their imaginations carried them
into the African Savannah
keeping watch for a parade
of animals on the hunt
They chose not to be prey
if avoiding such demise
was possible –
Suddenly, their feet stopped
in their tracks,
as fear crept up the backs
of their necks –
A thunder-booming growl
echoed throughout the grassland
The next move meant life or death
Then a meow joined the growl
Terror escalated
as they held their breath,
mirroring an owl’s innate ability,
afraid to make a sound
Then when Mom yelled,
“Lunch is ready,”
fear subsided and
their adventure came
to an abrupt halt –
until next time
when their imaginings
became alive again
Lauren Scott © 2018
(When we arrived at our campsite,
we noticed some visitors.
So I became inspired right away. 🙂 )
Put a smile on my face. Thanks, Lauren.
I’m glad it did, John, thank you! 🙂
Aw…I loved this, Lauren. ❤️
Thanks, Jill! When I saw those creatures on the fallen log, I thought of long-ago camping trips when our kids were little and how their imaginations entertained them in nature. Great times and memories, and so the inspiration came. 🙂 ❤
This is wonderful! Exactly how I played……did you talk to my Mom? LOL.
Aww, thanks so much, Nico! That’s nice to hear. Not only was I inspired by these toy creatures, but also by the memories of our children when they were young, playing around the campsite and making up their own scenarios. And thanks for the smiles, too! 🙂 💙
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Every kid has a great imagination. Too bad most people loose it.
They sure do and you’re probably right. I also wonder if children nowadays use their imaginations that much if devices are so prominent. 😦
Lauren, I love this… A fertile mind you have. Love the imagery you have conjured.
Aww, thanks so much, Sunshinysa! I appreciate your lovely comment. This was a fun write and unexpected. Who knew these two would be on the log in our campsite. First time for everything, I suppose. 🙂
Loved this!❤️
Aww, thanks so much! I’m glad you did! Have a good night! 💗
Loved this well written piece, Lauren! Brought back memories of childhood play and imagination. Enjoyed very much! ❤️❤️❤️
Thanks so much, Betty! That’s exactly how we felt when we saw these two on the log. Memories right away, so it’s a good thing I brought a journal. 🙂 💗😊🦁🐯
You always captivate our minds Lauren. The daydreams of childhood and happiness of that era before realities of life hit at maturity. 🙂
Aww, thank you, Ian! What a nice comment to read first thing in the morning. When I first saw these toys, my mind immediately wandered to our camping days when our children were little. Thoughts began to stir as I scrambled to find where my journal happened to be at the time. And those daydreams of childhood are the best entertainment, don’t you think? 🙂
Indeed I do. Having had loving and supportive parents my memories of home are precious.
That’s great, and I’m grateful to be able to say the same…
You captivated their roars so well Lauren.. Wonderfully descriptive.. ❤
Thanks again, Sue. This was fun to write and the inspiration arrived immediately after seeing our visitors. 🙂 💜💙🧡
So enjoyed reading it too ❤
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Absolutely enjoyable Lauren, bought to mind the great imagination of Children.
Beautiful imagery.
Thanks, Ian. We smiled when we found these little toys, and then I couldn’t wait to write down my thoughts. I miss those days when our children were little, but spending time with them as adults now is just as rewarding. Have a good Monday!
Good suspense and a nice happy ending Lauren. 🙂 ❤
Thanks so much, Deb, and sorry for the late reply! 🙂 This was definitely fun to write! 💕
You did a fab job. And no worries Lauren, in blogland we are never late. ❤
Thanks again, Deb, and I love your attitude about being late in blogland. 😍
We all get there . . . eventually 🙂
:). Your inner child is still alive. It shows in your smile.
Yes, it is, and all of our inner child should stay alive, don’t you think? Hugs, dear friend…
So true, dear. Thanks.
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Aww – such a wonderful story and ode to a child’s imagination, Lauren! We all should stay children at heart to properly enjoy the vast lands of imagination and fantasy! 😄😻🐆❤
Thanks, Sarah, and I agree with you! This was so fun to write, and when I saw those toys, the thoughts just poured out (as soon as I found my journal). 🙂 💗🌻😊
You should always keep a little journal in a pocket then, like a police detective! 😉 xoxo ❤
I have a small one in my purse 👜 😍❤️
Those were the days when we spun stories and lived in worlds of our imagination.
I remember playing with tiny plastic figurines of cowboys and Indians. The cowboys were always the good guys and the Indians the baddies. But the Indian chief always got away and returned to fight another day with miraculously the same number of warriors. LOL! Oh, how I conquered the west.
Years later, in my teens I learned there actually were several such Indian chiefs. Geromino, Red Cloud and many more. By this time, I knew the indians were not the baddies. And I remember crying when I read the book – Bury my Heart at Wounded Knee.
Peace,
Eric
Yes, those were the days, and thanks for sharing your memories, Eric. It’s good that you realized the Indians weren’t the baddies, too.
When we first arrived at the campsite and I saw those toys on the fallen tree, I immediately became inspired. Good thing I brought a journal. 🙂
I haven’t read that book, but I can just imagine…
Have a good week ahead!