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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 – Advanced)
Topic: Life (06/15/06)

TITLE: Fount of Lyfe
By Sherry Wendling


See the fortress, tall and white
Upon yon merry mountain?
Its gleaming walls surround a court
Which guards a crystal fountain.

Sir Bundant Lyfe—‘tis his abode
from whence the spring is flowing
And at his side dear Bretha reigns—
A wife both wise and knowing.

All who thirst may climb the path
that leads to Castle Snowy
And quaff their fill from daughters Lyfe—
twin maids, Rivra and Zoe.

And yet, the townfolk say (this is
no mischievous invention),
Heirs counterfeit once swarmed the keep
With sinister intention.

Thus entered Daugz and Ghetta Lyfe,
Avowed to be blood cousins,
With retinue of merchants, clerks,
And cell phones by the dozens.

Their bright young Werkin soon did put
his laptops to the test;
He wired the bright solarium
For “Deth“ and “Dragon Quest.”

Squire Gudd Lyfe’s clan descended next
With glitzy Mistress Watta,
Who criticized and snubbed and poohed
More than a lady oughtta.

The servants fumed behind closed doors
When Gudd’s spoilt son, Sir Castic
Refurbished all the grand old halls
With tapestries of plastic.

Bretha Lyfe stormed Bundant’s den
A-flutter with chagrin.
“Good woman, what am I to do?
After all…They’re kin.”

So Bretha knelt before her God
And named her woes, each one;
Sir Bund had plumped his feather bed
Long ‘ere the wife was done.

But who can search Almighty’s ways?
Their trial had just begun
When Auntie Lowe and her Texas beau
Showed up in search of fun

He shot the leaded windows out
Beer-canned the bowling green
Revved Harleys down the corridors
To charm his dance-hall queen

Lowe’s offspring seemed innumerable
Of fathers they owned many;
But eldest daughter Haytma Lyfe
Swore she hadn’t any.

“I’m a child of hell,” she bragged.
And then, as if to prove it,
She dammed the wellhead with a stone
So dense no one could move it.

With thorns she choked the alpen path
Lured thirsty souls away
Dumped garbage in the fountain-bowl
And left it to decay.

Next, Haytma raged upon the twins,
Chained Rivra in the cellar.
When Zoe hollered, “Stop!” she, too,
Was made a dungeon dweller.

Sir Bundant paced the parapet,
His brain in dire commotion.
Oh, how to heal their water source?
He’d not the slightest notion.

But Bretha sniffed about and found
A Book to end all strife
Her King James Bible clearly mapped
The family tree of Lyfe

Sir Bundant scanned the yellowed page,
Clues twirling in his head.
“Names don’t quite match. What’s further,
Every one of these is dead!”

Then Bretha riffled on, and spied
John chapter ten, verse ten:
“His sheepfold’s safe,” she quoth, “until
a thief pervades the pen!”

The noxious ghosts of Lyfe long past
Sore trembled when they heard
The noble knight and dauntless wife
As one, declare God’s Word.

The rock that clogged the vital spout
Directly shrank to dust
As lucent waters burbled up
And cleansed the pipes from rust.

The long-pent spring, in glad release
Soon spurted geyser-high
The townfolk cheered to see fresh drink
Gush white against the sky.

The Holy Word pierced Haytma’s chest,
Unmasked a shrieking witch;
That saucy wench left naught behind
But puddlefuls of pitch.

The servants scoured each corner crack
To flush out ersatz guests,
But not one hair could any find
Of Daugz Lyfe and his pests.

No sign of ‘Auntie Lowe’ and brood
(And well it is they’re banished)—
Snotty little Werkin? Gone;
Sir Castic, too, had vanished.

No trace of Squire Gudd, nor where
The mistress Watta’d been--
Except that on the stair she’d dropped
One rhinestone shoe—size ten.

“Look—someone’s loosed my darling twins…
Ah, ‘tis the royal Comtessa!”
Thus blithe Bretha ran to greet
Sweet Sister Lyfe, Nunessa.

Now pray, good pilgrim, turn your feet
To scale that blessed mount
Where Nunessa’s nieces pour
Refreshing from Lyfe’s fount.

But as you go, have caution; let
my tale be reminiscent,
When all that feigns to be a Lyfe
Quite manifestly isn’t.


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Kenn Allan06/23/06
Cool! The tone and language is a kick to read.
Linda Watson Owen06/25/06
How creative! Quite an entertaining story in verse! It's filled with Alotta Lyfe! :)
Pat Guy 06/25/06
Wow! Whatta feat, to complete, such a tale foretold! Of Ghetta, Haytma, and Bretha Lyfe. And their tales of woe!

What fun to read! And what talent to put it all together!

Soooooo very creative! The reader can't help but smile and enjoy all the names and their related woes. :)
Julia May06/25/06
The Fount of Lyfe is fun to read!

With a great message tucked inside....

An awesome story here was told....

True talent you cannot hide!

Loved it - The rhyme was perfect, and the story was very entertaining. In Christ's Love,


Suzanne R06/26/06
My goodness, this is impressive! Such talent with words!!! It is so much fun to read and has a solid message too. Well done.
Dr. Sharon Schuetz06/26/06
I love it. You covered a lot of terrain here. Great message.
Jan Ackerson 06/26/06
This is so clever! I'm in total admiration of the gift you have for writing amusing, unforced poetry. One note: (personal preference) Poetry conventions would have you capitalize the first word of every line in poems that are strictly formal in rhyme and meter. Love the punny names and the ultimate victory of Bretha Lyfe.
Trina Courtenay06/26/06
Loved it...has to be my favorite.
Beth Muehlhausen06/26/06
Winsome, funny, cute, entertaining, original, challenging...I'm running out of adjectives! Definitely CREATIVE! How did you come up with so many stanzas?? This is so...unique. Enjoyed the names and word choices. Superb job! This takes poetry to another level!! :-)

Kimberly Mitchell06/26/06
Wow! I don't know much about poems,but this one is astounding.
Helen Paynter06/26/06
Oh, I read it aloud and laughed all the way through. Very very funny, and as I'd expect, flawless verse. Good job.
Phyllis Inniss06/26/06
I'm glad I didn't miss this one. It reads like a Scottish ballad. Am I right? To create such interest throughout such a lengthy poem is truly remarkable and the names you chose. The poem is so unique; it should be given a special prize.
Edy T Johnson 06/26/06
Where did your brain find all these characters? And, how fitting each name suits its owner to a T! This is such delightful poetry---the delivery format is as much fun as the content, so your reader has double-dose enjoyment. And, you include a message in the process. Dittos to all the above comments. This is clever as can be.
Marty Wellington 06/26/06
My goodness . . . this is breathtaking. God has given you an extraordinary gift, Sherry.
Garnet Miller 06/27/06
Bravo!!! I loved it. Poetry can be so beautiful and moving when it is composed well.
T. F. Chezum06/27/06
Very creative. A truly enjoyable read.
George Parler 06/28/06
Terrific ride. Wonderful message and great use of words. You have a true gift. Good job!
Joyce Poet06/29/06
My friend, God has, once again, shown off in you. The 'Fount of Lyfe' and The Fount of Life are both so very extraordinary. Besides giving a few good chuckles, the read also demanded attention and had a strong message behind it. A gift from our Heavenly Father indeed. It is great to know that we are heirs in the Kingdom of Eternal Life, adopted though we may be... :::smile::: ...just to know that we have our part in a holy priesthood.
Debbie OConnor06/29/06
Dear Sherry,

I just had to pop by and say that this poem was my top rated entry for Life. I LOVE it. So funny, original, great flow...it's tremendous. Thank you so much for sharing. Remember, the ratings between placing and not are tiny. Congratulations on writing a fabulous piece.
Crista Darr06/30/06
What a wonderful read! Oh Sherry, your creative mind amazes me. Hand clap! Bravo!