Another way

If one tried one way as all can see, then the creativity becomes such a novelty.

 

I wrote story of child Named Busy Izzy,  a child of ten, I thought I would share the story I would so dare…

 

You see Izzy was a child who came from a family of way ward father, a mother of little means, so it is that the description of Izzy contains less of the things of many. She would be a dusty young girl with blond curly hair playing about the stables, laughing and giggling her day’s way with the Chickens and Geese. No shoes upon her feet, nothing even so neat, a belted shirt oversized for sure covered her from days of rain or the cold wind blow.

 

Now busy Izzy lived on the edge of the city, way, way out from most of the city in fact right on the very edge of the City, it was where right there on the edge of the City that story of Busy Izzy is.

 

You see the City placed this line, a simple line really, it is not painted nor fenced just a line, where everything of the City ends and every thing of the Farms begins, and on each side of this line did families want to build a market, not a big market a small one just for those families like Busy Izzy’s .

 

However the City wanted to tax and the Farmers wanted to tax each to the wants to help build the Market.

 

Thus it is that the City Leaders and the Farmers Leaders all came to that little line. There in argument did each side leave. Only to return with More City members and More Farmers, with rakes and shovels, hammers and sticks, all to line up on the line.

 

As the argument heated, as each claimed the market to be taxed a market not built, the jackets got laid aside on each of this line, and as gravity would have it two coins crossed that line.

 

Seeing this as per her perspective being a bit lower than you or I, did Busy Izzy step unnoticed at first in between that line. There with a small little hand did she pick up both the coins, and with quickness and shy light voice, said to them all, “here here is the coins, maybe with these could we get the market.”

 

In the shock and anger at hand, did owners of jackets on each side “yell” claim to the coin. In rage did they exclaim of unfair, of unjust, this burden is placed, a stolen coin to which they had made. Now each left side never left, each side yelled more, now this was the end of little busy Izzy . For the war that followed came with Tanks, and tanks with bombs bullets and air-o-planes.

 

Of that line now everyone can see!

 

Of the child’s life do we pay the tax to thee, of a boarder as all can see.

 

Chas