Home Read What's New Join
My Account Login

Read Our Devotional             2016 Opportunities to be Published             Detailed Navigation

The HOME for Christian writers! The Home for Christian Writers!
The Official Writing Challenge



how it works
submission rules
guidelines for
choosing a level


submit your entry
read current entries
read past entries
challenge winners

Our Daily Devotional HERE
Place it on your site or
receive it daily by email.



how it works   Submit

Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 – Advanced)
Topic: Illustrate the meaning of “All that Glitters is Not Gold” (without using the actual phrase or literal example). (01/24/08)

TITLE: Candy Land
By Beth Muehlhausen


Candy Land

I held a quarter in my hand -
‘Twas lots of money for a lad!

Poised right before the candy case,
I stared with lust, forecasting taste.

One cent apiece, the price was right;
My eyes could hardly hold the sight!

What did this “candy land” afford?
Yum-yummy things, so much adored!

Ten bins o’erflowed with treats galore,
Teasing my hopes to rise and soar.

Each one held different sweets – oh my!
So much to choose, so much to buy!

I’d saved for months for this big spree,
And now could not contain my glee.

My feet, they danced with little hops,
While I considered lemon drops.

Balls of taffy glared like eyes,
With stares so bold, without disguise!

Caramel rolls, they looked so good …
Might I have some? Oh sure I could!

Which should I buy? ALL ten delights?
A few of each? Twenty-five bites?

Saliva pooled; my cold hands sweat.
I gulped, not knowing what to get!

Then suddenly, the clerk stood there;
Looked down at me with a sharp stare.

“So sonny boy, something to go?”
I stammered, tongue-tied: “I don’t know!”

“C’mon now son, I’m busy here.
Pick out your goods, and be quite clear!”

My feet stopped moving and stood firm –
They could no longer jump or squirm.

Instead, I pointed through the glass.
“Two each, please, sir” was what I gasped.

The total sum? T'would be t-w-e-n-t-y!
That seemed like lots – beyond plenty!

But then, a nickel would come back …
“Plus chocolate bar, in the same sack.”

I handed him my coin, all wet.
He chuckled to himself, “You bet!”

Relieved, my nerves I tried to calm –
Licked off my lips and wiped my palm.

He handed me those treasures dear –
I reached out fast and grabbed them near.

“Here ‘tis your loot – it weighs a ton!
Now make it last! Here you go, son!”

I smiled my thanks, clutching the sack -
Ran through the door and headed back.

Our house was not too far from there;
I’d soon be home, ready to share.

The sack, it swung from side to side;
My feet, they pounded out each stride.

But being one to seize the day,
Temptation struck without delay!

My chocolate bar – best of the best!
It surely put me to the test.

I looked inside and grabbed that treat,
Before it melted in the heat.

The paper wrapping came off fast,
Three bites, then gulp – it did not last!

Once started I could not ignore
My tastebuds’ scream for “More, more, more!”

Again I peeked at all my loot.
A sweet-tooth binge? Oh what a hoot!

Bon-bons were next – just two or three -
Then I sat down beneath a tree.

I stayed there long enough (and more),
Bolting the candy from the store.

Into my bag each wrapper fell,
As evidence - the truth to tell.

At last when all my goods were gone,
I got up and approached our lawn.

The house seemed not the place to go.
I felt quite sick - and mom would know!

The truth my stomachache would tell:
I ate too much! (Surely she’d yell.)

The barn seemed safe – a place to hide,
Where animals might take my side.

I rolled the door, stalked like a thief;
Inside the darkness spelled relief.

Holding my bag of wrappers tight,
I climbed way up and out of sight.

Atop the hay I lay down flat,
And said my prayers – feeling quite fat.

“I’m sorry, Lord, what did I do?
I’m bad and wrong - repentant, too.”

Error confessed - innards at war -
I lay real still with stomach sore.

“Keep me away from candy bins –
Oh please! This is the worst of sins!”

It seemed He knew – He heard my plea –
And set about to rescue me.

“Here is the way, if Me you trust -
Don’t LOOK, and then you cannot lust.”

I pledged never again to buy
Too many sweets - lured by my eye.

That day I hoped my Father’s hand
Would keep me out of “candy land.”

The opinions expressed by authors may not necessarily reflect the opinion of FaithWriters.com.
Accept Jesus as Your Lord and Savior Right Now - CLICK HERE
JOIN US at FaithWriters for Free. Grow as a Writer and Spread the Gospel.

This article has been read 832 times
Member Comments
Member Date
Lynda Schultz 01/31/08
As I was reading, I was reminded that there is one more chocolate bar in the kitchen cupboard—I guess that means you did your job well. Too bad I am not going to take your advice (ha!) — gotta go get that bar! I didn't away get the rhyme pattern, but the sentiment sure came through.
Marita Vandertogt01/31/08
Wow - a whole short story in poem form... really well done. I enjoyed the read.
Laury Hubrich 01/31/08
Love this story set in a poem. It's not only little boys that can't stop at just one:)
Joanne Sher 02/01/08
LOVE this. So delightful in form, voice, and message.
Annie Wurth02/02/08
This is soooo great. I love it! PTL 4 U!
Kristen Hester02/04/08
Cute. I read this to my daughter who has a sweet tooth and she enjoyed it. Well written.
Linda Watson Owen02/04/08
Aha! Yes...Lord, keep us out of 'Candyland'! What a perfect ending to a delightfully written poem! Loved it!!