The Harp of Gold by Carol Eliassen

Back in elementary school probably around 5th or 6th grade I wrote about Vietnam. I remember the substance of the story/poem but can only remember these specific words. It was about the true love of a girl whose boyfriend or husband was killed in Vietnam. I think from what I remember it had something to do with a girl running up a hill and opening a gate and then falling down and seeing the harp with the inscription. I had a wild imagination then and still do. I just need to write it all down.

A friend or one I thought was a friend back in elementary school asked if she could borrow my stories/poems ( I had many) so she could copy them and would give them back. Unfortunately, they are lost forever because she refused to give them back to me. Maybe that is why I like to publish things online now because they will hopefully always be there! Hope you enjoy reading. I'm thinking about using this part I remember and writing an online story. Check back for more.

There was a harp pure of gold

A foreign made kind

It said Vietnam

1969

Comments

Mazzy The Mermaid Princess by Carol Eliassen

Queen Eldora is banished by her husband the King from her immortal home to live among the human race as a mortal woman. A miracle occurs during the birth of her Granddaughter that sets her free and drives her to find out the true reason of her betrayal. Along the way she begins to understand what motivates her and stays true to herself when it comes to love and forgiveness even while facing her greatest enemy. And so it begins: The Birth of Mazzy The Mermaid Princess by Author Carol Eliassen Chapter One: The Crossroads of Baku Figure 2: Artwork by Artist Stephanie Broker “Eternity begins and ends with the ocean’s tides” - Unknown Author Something was different today. The tides of the Caspian Sea seemed to sway in perfect rhythm. I cannot fully understand it or describe it in perfect detail. Trust me it was different. It seemed that something perfect and magical was happening in the seas below. I did not know what but whatever i

An Unfortunate Soul

I closed my eyes, and opened them, but all I could see was darkness. I felt a pain beginning in my toes and spreading upward through my feet, legs, thighs and then it zoomed to the top of my torso, neck, and head. My arms felt like darts shooting flames at the very same time. I clinched my teeth in utter pain and couldn’t comprehend what exactly was happening. Where was I? What happened after I went to bed and fell asleep? Could this be a nightmarish dream, or have I died and gone to …oh no, couldn’t be. There is no Hell. I was so sure of it. I kept thinking I would wake up and it would be just a bad dream. I had heard a street preacher this past week talk about repentance and belief in Jesus, or we would suffer eternal damnation. I had yelled out to him that at least I would be in good company partying away with my friends, who also did not believe. He responded that my friends would not be with me, nor God. I would be alone. All alone. My eyes were open, but I saw no flames, only

Love is Eternal

Love at First Sight The first time I saw your face Time stood still I didn’t know why But it was so, so surreal. I couldn’t speak the words. They came out all jumbled and weird I thought you wouldn’t want to know me Because I came off so bizarrely unreal. You seemed to think it was cute I thought that was something strange You wanted to get to know me I kept thinking you must be deranged. You laughed at my words. That didn’t seem so clearly spoken. I started to sense Our feelings were mutually beholden. My eyes sparkled From your reflection I didn’t want to close my eyes And have you deflected. You grabbed my hand And I didn’t pull away You had that magic touch And I refused to stray. Yesterday seems like a distant memory You’re still here by my side I can’t believe our love has never died. I gained confidence With you by my side You lifted me up And never said goodbye. Others come and go But you remained And your love for me It has never strayed. You gave me hope To believe in tomorro

Whims of Writing

Search This Blog