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Sunday, March 20, 2011

Full Moon

2 posts in one day...what is this world coming to??
4x4 Friday's art challenge for the week: Full moon. Funny, before I had seen this challenge I had already made a moon themed piece for Theme Thursday's Black and white challenge. Wasn't 4" x 4" back to the drawing board... ;) too bad, so sad, I was forced to create another art piece tee hee. And THEN I came across the crazy amigo challenge and found that the challenge was your favorite fairytale...which TA DA (is that how you spell ta-da??)...
I used to read this fairytale poem to my son Kevin way back in the early days of motherhood, I have always wanted to do an art piece based on it, didn't think it would be such a tiny one though. Quite happy with my project, and the sweet memories it evoked.

Wynken, Blynken, and Nod (a Dutch lullaby)

Wynken, Blynken, and Nod one night
Sailed off in a wooden shoe---
Sailed on a river of crystal light,
Into a sea of dew.
"Where are you going, and what do you wish?"
The old moon asked the three.
"We have come to fish for the herring fish
That live in this beautiful sea;
Nets of silver and gold have we!"
Said Wynken,
And Nod.

The old moon laughed and sang a song,
As they rocked in the wooden shoe,
And the wind that sped them all night long
Ruffled the waves of dew.
The little stars were the herring fish
That lived in that beautiful sea---
"Now cast your nets wherever you wish---
Never afeard are we";
So cried the stars to the fishermen three:
And Nod.

All night long their nets they threw
To the stars in the twinkling foam---
Then down from the skies came the wooden shoe,
Bringing the fishermen home;
'T was all so pretty a sail it seemed
As if it could not be,
And some folks thought 't was a dream they 'd dreamed
Of sailing that beautiful sea---
But I shall name you the fishermen three:
And Nod.

Wynken and Blynken are two little eyes,
And Nod is a little head,
And the wooden shoe that sailed the skies
Is a wee one's trundle-bed.
So shut your eyes while mother sings
Of wonderful sights that be,
And you shall see the beautiful things
As you rock in the misty sea,
Where the old shoe rocked the fishermen three:
And Nod.

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