The Sidlicks From Sadlick

She was a quiet sort of girl, yet felt things deeply and surely. She was very strong actually, as we will see, in her adventure into the unknown territory of.... Sidlick.

Sidlick was a country full of Sadlicks.

They were always sad and licking their wounds. Shelley only knew about this ongoing situation and that it was so strong a happening, that it was starting to make the world cave in with its sadness.

She knew, she had to find a way for the Sadlicks to change their outlook to
a new look,
a bright look,
a new sight look.

With a deep breath, she stepped herself into Sidlick.
The Sidlick of the Sadlicks.
What could she do, what could she say, that might jostle them into
a new look,
a bright look,
a happy about face on the world look?

O.K.

Trump, trump, thrump, trump, thrump...

She had hurt her toe, was sort of limping along, to protect it... trump, thrump, trump, thrump... the beat came on, and the tune rose up, from the sound of her feet as she went up the path.

She had a little backpack. Within that backpack, besides water and fruit, she had a wonderful Satin Heart that her grandmother had made for her.

The Satin Heart was for her head,
to rest upon, when she felt dead,
from thrumping and trumping along that ol’ path.

Oh that time, I can feel it, when she would go past... So many a person, was thankful, they say, that Shelley might walk past them, a trump or two their way.

Her song Became One,
to help her with her quest,
to keep it being current, she thought would be best...

Oh Sadlicks,
From Sidlick,
what have you done?
to keep you so cornered in the past with no fun?
Oh Sidlicks,
From Sadlick, where have we begun,
to sing you a song so your slumping is done?

Questions, she asked,
all quite in tune,
with her trumping and thrumping in that particular June.
It came to be time,
to rest her sweet head,
so Shelley asked a Sadlick,
if there were a bed?

To which he replied,
from the depth of his heart,
Oh Yes! You dear trumper,
right from the start.
You can come into my house,
you see over there?
Is a place right for you
because I will share.

And so she went in,
to this place that he shared,
this Sadlick from Sidlick was really quite rare.
They talked quite awhile,
while sipping their tea,
and she told him some stories,
that stopped him licking his knee.

And don’t you know it?
the quest had Become?
A simple sharing of stories,
and the sadlicking
was done.

Canela Michelle