Dansk længere nede.
The original Words for Wednesday was begun by Delores and eventually taken over as a moveable feast with many participants supplying the Words.
When Delores closed her blog forever due to other problems, Elephant's Child (Sue) took over the role of coordinator.
Now, after Sue's demise, River has taken the mantle of coordinator upon her shoulders.
No matter what, how, where or who the aim of the words is to encourage
us to write. Poems, stories, subtitles, tales, jokes, haiku, crosswords,
puns, ... you're the boss.
Use all Words, some Words, one Word, or even none of them if that makes
your creative juices flow. Anything goes, only please nothing rude or
vulgar.
This month the words are given by Hilary Melton-Butcher and can be found at River's blog:
Drifting through Life
If you are posting an entry on your own blog, please leave a comment
on River's blog, then we can come along and read it and add a few
encouraging words.
It is also a challenge, where the old saying "The more the merrier" holds true.
So
Please,
remember to follow the links, go back and read other peoples' stories.
And please leave a comment after reading. Challenges like this one
thrives on interaction, feedback and encouragement. And we ALL need
encouragement.
And for today we were given:
1. smoking 2. culture 3. popular 4. decade 5. soft
and/or:
1. consumption 2. stretch 3. ripen 4. fields 5. cavern
and an extra set of words:
1. jumper 2. multiple 3. oven 4. disprove 5. support 6. bound 7. rural 8. swathes 9. poverty 10. pop
I wrote about something happening today - not using any of the words.Today I was biking to town for PE. It was nice and hot, and for once I was not late. I entered the woods, it was nice, shady, loads of flowers and so many green colours still, and quiet. Suddenly I heard a strange sound, something, someone in distress. It went Peeep, squalll squawwwk! Ihhh, reeeee! I wondered what this could be. A bird maybe. When I was besides the source of the sound, I stopped and saw the white underbelly of a fairly large frog. It was screaming and waving its legs, and making me wonder as I did not think of frogs as a species with any trouble turning over, unlike some beetles. I looked closer at the frog, it was only waving three of its legs, the fourth, one hind leg, had to be stuck or something. I picked up a stick - there were lots of nettles around the frog, and squatted down to free it. And then a grass snake let go of the frog's leg and quickly slithered for cover. The frog jumped off in the other direction, no more screaming. It was a very small grass snake, ineptly trying to swallow a frog one hind leg first. I think it was a young one, and I do not know if it would ever have succeeded in swallowing the large frog in this awkward position. I hope the frog survives being quarter-eaten, and that the grass snake finds a more adequate prey.
Later I met a family of slugs, and a flock of chaffinchs. A father with three sons, two of them racing me as I biked past, a large branch across the bike path, and a nice lady with a dog that refused to go any further. She just stood ther waiting for the dog to ge back up again. Then I was out of the woods and nearing town. I did not make good time today, but it was an interesting trip.
Og så på dansk: I dag cyklede jeg ind til byen for at gå til træning. Det var dejligt varmt, og for en gangs skyld var jeg ikke kommet for sent af sted. Jeg kørte ind i skoven; der var dejligt, skyggefuldt, masser af blomster og stadig fantastisk mange grønne farver, og der var stille.
Pludselig hørte jeg en mærkelig lyd, noget eller nogen der skreg. Det lød: »Piii, skkkvua squawww! Ihhh, riiiih!« Jeg spekulerede på, hvad det mon kunne være. Måske en fugl. Da jeg nåede frem ti der hvor lyden kom fra, stoppede jeg og så den hvide underside på en ret stor frø. Den skreg og sprællede med benene, og det undrede mig, da jeg ikke synes frøer normalt har problemer med at vende sig, i modsætning til visse biller. Jeg kiggede nærmere på frøen; den sprællede kun med tre af benene, det fjerde – et bagben – måtte sidde fast i noget. Jeg samlede en pind op – der var masser af brændenælder omkring frøen – og satte mig på hug for at befri den. Og så gav en snog slip på frøens ben og snoede sig hurtigt væk. Frøen hoppede af sted i den anden retning uden at skrige mere. Det var en meget lille snog der havde forsøgt at sluge frøen med det ene bagben først. Jeg tror, det var en ung snog, og jeg ved ikke, om den nogensinde ville have kunnet få frøen indenbords i den akavede stilling. Jeg håber, at frøen overlever at være blevet kvart spist, og at snogen fandt sig et mere passende bytte.
Senere mødte jeg en familie af snegle og en flok bogfinker. En far med tre sønner, hvoraf to løb om kap med mig, da jeg cyklede forbi, en stor gren der lå på tværs af cykelstien, og en sød dame med en hund der ikke gad gå videre. Hun stod bare der og ventede på, at hunden rejste sig op igen.
Så var jeg ude af skoven og nærmede mig byen. Jeg nåede ikke særlig hurtigt frem i dag, men det var en interessant tur.
