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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 – Advanced)
Topic: Bold (emotionally) (08/30/07)

TITLE: OLD IS GOLD
By esther robinson
09/04/07


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About my great grandma it’s told
That her heart never grew old or cold
I cannot keep this incident on hold
Wherever I am, I always unfold

Her counsel freely she has sold
Many consider her tips as gold
Several souls she did mold
While others claim she’s very bold

I never believe what others say
Unless witnessed in my own way
I was aged thirteen then
For me, her farm-house treasured fun

I wore a chain of gold
Exquisite piece of unique mold
I paraded with this golden ware
Unwilling to remove it anywhere

On a particular day
Everything did look gay
A stranger with her did converse
His looks and thoughts were diverse

At home, there was no other member
Except great grandma and me, I vividly remember
She at length could talk
But without crutches could not walk

That stranger threw a sinister look
At the costly chain around my neck.
Her seventh sense foretold
The impending danger on hold

Her life on earth was very long
Experience titled her ‘wise and emotionally strong’
Suddenly she called out my father’s name
I stood perplexed unaware of her game

I knew my father was far away
Preaching in a remote village that day
Yet thought, “what’s she prating anyway?”
Perhaps my father returned some other way.

I wondered with my mouth being shut
Until that stranger left our hut
I turned right, left, north and south
Before I could open my mouth

Then my great grandma smiled.
“Thank God you kept quiet child;
He wanted to snatch your chain
And run away with his gain.

His intent I could not convey
But before he could have his way
I called your father to keep him away
As I expected, he ran away.”

Through God’s wisdom she did act;
Thwarting his plans saved my chain intact
Through this incident I knew
A wonderful lesson old yet new

Bold people sometimes do act strange
Yet, keep danger away from their range
Examine elder’s words without haste
Heed their counsel, wisdom you will taste
Fruitful then your life will be
Forever your face will carry glee


I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me. Philippians 4:13


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Jan Ackerson 09/08/07
An exciting story that really illustrates "bold" beautifully!

Some of your rhymes and meters seem a bit forced...you want a poem to flow more naturally.

Your grandmother was a special lady--I love feistiness!
Linda Watson Owen09/10/07
Those of us with grandparents who have paved the way boldly for us are very blessed. Thank you for taking the 'bold' theme in that direction!
Ed VanDeMark09/12/07
From what I read here it sounds as if you serve/lived in the mission field. I liked your story but I do agree that the verse sounded forced in some places, though in other places it flowed nicely. Over all it's a good story well told. Poetry is not my strength. A poet friend told me poetry is about percise wording to create both a smooth flow of words and stir emotion/ideas. Thanks.