Stone Soup DiplomacyA Poem by Phill Oz O'feeStone Soup is an old folk story in which hungry strangers convince the people of a town to each share a small amount of their food in order to make a meal that everyone enjoys.Stone Soup Diplomacy Two strangers arrived one summer’s day To the coastal village of Port Slight Looking misplaced and most bedraggled They were such an oddity sorry sight
It was obvious to on looking suspicious locals They were desperately in need of food Regrettably for our pair of hunger rouges Uncharitable attitude was the villagers’ mood
However they had faced challenges before And both were apt at regional diplomacy So they devised an action plan to turn Distrustful seaside folk from their complacency
Down on the shore collected drift wood Which they sorted into a nice hot fire Then produced some cooking utensils Suspending a cauldron overtop with stout wire
This curious activity brought many out to view The spectacle of four round white stones Placed into the big pot of boiling water Vigorously stirred with a ladle made of bone
‘This will be the best magical stone soup’ One of the pleased comrades proudly declared So followed the filtered seeds of inquisitiveness Weaved mindset into villagers’ gossip words to share
A prominent delegate was sent to make enquiries Thus the rascals instantly offered to share the broth But one said to the other ‘something seemed to be off’ It appears ingredients are missing as there is no froth
‘Can we help’? Said the appointed village inquisitor ‘Yes please’ replied ‘as we have magic stones to spare’ So a list was given to complete the enchanting brew And enthusiastic collectors gathered all sorts of fare
‘Quickly, quickly’’ the chef cried out ‘save the magic please’ Into the mix fresh vegetables and tasty spices too Filling the air with the boiling stone soup’s aroma Men women children even a dog stood in orderly queue
The feast was ready at mouth-watering last Everyone’s wooden bowl filled to the brim Then just sat down quietly stuffing happy faces Engaged greedily munching with great fat grins
(Epilogue)
The moral of this story is very plain to see It was not the strangers' incredible awesome stew Nor the stone soup’s diplomatic hidden magic
'Twas open hearted acceptance where fellowship grew Phillozofee @ 2017 © 2017 Phill Oz O'feeAuthor's Note
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2 Reviews Added on August 7, 2017 Last Updated on August 7, 2017 AuthorPhill Oz O'feeWinchester, Hampshire, England, United KingdomAboutI am caught in a time spiral of confusion; that period we all experience between birth and death. Somewhere inside hides a poet, writer, lyricist and/or whatever, laying dormant and suppressed by s.. more..Writing
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