Wishing on a Star

Terry Trainor By Terry Trainor, 28th Mar 2013 | Follow this author | RSS Feed | Short URL http://nut.bz/41ruxqrl/
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It's funny how a thing can change your whole life. A bluster of wind on a March day many years ago blew away my gold star. A star that I had worked hard for, a thing so beautiful it bought tears to my young eyes. An event so important that it changed a whole lifetime.

Wishing on a Star

Once upon a time a young boy about two foot tall waited in a long line to see Miss Carol the teacher. We used real ink in those days and there were inkwells on the corners of tiny little desks. The pens were made of wood and at the end of these sticks of wood was a little metal mechanism where a real nib was pushed into the mechanism. Now these nibs were very fragile and if you were throwing it around the classroom or digging it into your mate they broke. So tiny fingers would carefully repair the pen and end up with ink on everyone that was in that room.
I digress a little, but I was a milk monitor and I had the job of bringing the crates in and handing out the third of a pint bottles. If there was one spare I would have given it to Delicia, because I like her. I would have given one to Stella because she is nice too. I would have even given my own one away if a thin kid wanted it. But back to the story. (I just added that bit to let you know I had responsibility at a very young age)
Anyway Miss Carol would read your work and if you did well you got a silver star in your workbook. And if you got a silver star you were so proud you showed it to everyone at playtime. One day my turn came and Miss Carol moaned about my inky fingers then read my work. She said nothing. She had glasses hanging off the end of her nose and had a round tin on her desk with all different coloured stars in it. She would fumble about, put a brown star on the table, then fiddle in the tin again. One day inky day she got out a gold star. I had to lick the star and put it in my work book.
As this was such an important occasion in life (at any age of your life) you had to read it to the class. Now, this was in March many years ago and because I was so excited my mouth was dry. I had not put enough sticky on the star. When I got my book out in the playground and opened the page a big wind came along and blew my star away. It was probably the saddest day of my tiny little life. I wondered round shouldered looking for that one measure of success. Something I could carry through life and show very special people that I had what it took to get on in life. But that was never to be my little gold star never turned up and I still have haunted baggy eyes to this day.
It hurt so bad that I used to cry myself to sleep at night. Even my dog understood there was something wrong it would follow my around and lick the tears from my wrinkled young brow. My dog was called spot and after a few years his eyes drooped and looked sad. Anyway my friends all felt sad for me, it was a poor part of town, but everyone who had some money for Christmas tried to collect enough to buy me a gold star but it never was. I wonder where I would be now if things had been different, if that gold star had not blown away on that sad day. But it was never to be.
Life has taught me that you have to put things into the past and get on with it. So that's what I do.

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Gold And Silver, Gold Bars, Gold Carat, Gold Coins, Gold Fish, Gold Hallmark, Gold Leaf, Gold Medal, Gold Medalist, Gold Nuggets, Gold Ornaments, Gold Star, Saddness

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author avatar Terry Trainor
I am a Poet.
My passion is to write about nature and the history of nature.

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author avatar Songbird B
28th Mar 2013 (#)

I really loved this Terry..Such a great page, and if I could, I would award you a gold star too for making me smile..

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author avatar Terry Trainor
28th Mar 2013 (#)

I am really trying hard Songbird. By the way I love Jaz

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author avatar novunus takano
28th Mar 2013 (#)

i wish upon a star for that one gold star to come back, life go on. .

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author avatar Terry Trainor
28th Mar 2013 (#)

My wish upon a star is to have peace in this world my dear friend

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author avatar Sivaramakrishnan A
28th Mar 2013 (#)

I can understand the crushing blow on a young mind at losing that gold star but you had earned it any way; nobody can take it away from you - siva

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author avatar Terry Trainor
28th Mar 2013 (#)

It floats in the wind of some far off land. Good day to you my dear friend

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author avatar Delicia Powers
28th Mar 2013 (#)

Terry-:0)- if you could have given me that spare star- I would save it until I got to the gates of heaven...and there hang in the sky to shine on all the world...for now I am happy just to be able to read your shining poetry and the message of peace and hope you share with us all there ...

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author avatar Delicia Powers
28th Mar 2013 (#)

Even when you write of despair...

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author avatar Terry Trainor
28th Mar 2013 (#)

Delicia it is a pleasure to talk to you.

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author avatar Lady Aiyanna
29th Mar 2013 (#)

Shooting Star,
Life takes you far.
Wish upon it,
Turn into a car.
Flee from the enemies,
Turn on the light.
Move to the Club,
At the dead of night.
Throw a coin,
Move jacket to sing.
Get everyone looking,
With what life could bring.
Annie are you Okay,
He cried out aloud.
Showing the wink,
At Katie in cloud.
For she had screamed,
He now got caught.
For something he did,
And she was not.
They marched in around,
Took her away.
Leaving her teddy,
With spiders that day.
He came running,
Don't touch it he cried.
He showed the movement,
Happening inside.
The child was crying loudly,
The other gave a slap.
Tried to inject Annie.
It went terribly bad.
For he shouted,
Leave her alone.
Breaking the armour,
While Ladio ascended throne.
The Clouds went all grey,
He had transformed,
Into the Robot.
All had conformed.
With a shout and a scream.
He gunned them all.
Showing Katie,
Run tower up tall.
She was now safe,
With her two friends.
While Star was the spaceship,
Who shot enemy down.
They shot him down once,
But got Queen on Crown.
Now the spaceship,
Just flew far away.
Leaving Katie,
In crying disarray.
While the other two comforted,
They were unable to say.
The star was returning,
Just any day.
That was when clouds cleared,
The star had arrived.
He took Katie in his arms,
Showing he had survived.
That was the magical moment,
None got to see.
That I came as the Star,
But none found ME.
That was when I sang,
Come together as One.
Showing solidarity,
All for the Sun.
I worked together on a piece,
Filled with utmost love.
Bringing out the real danger,
All seen from up Above.
Kept the children backstage,
But they all got to see.
This is the true face,
Of the real ME.

By Anisha Achankunju (C) Lady Aiyanna 29th March 2013

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author avatar Stella Mitchell
29th Mar 2013 (#)

You are a treasure Terry . I saw the twinkle in your eyes when you mentioned losing your little gold star ...But I thank you for the great honour of being mentioned as one to whom you would have given a star to .This made me smile .. say Oh...then Oooh then laugh , and almost , but not quite shed a tear..( I think you must have put your new shoes on for this one ! )
Received a great BIG GOLD STAR from me , your little star friend .
Lots of Blessings to you and yours .
Stella

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author avatar Terry Trainor
29th Mar 2013 (#)

Hi Stella. As you know I never make a mountain out of a molehill but I forgot about my new shoes. When I write my next piece I will put them on.

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author avatar LOVERME
6th Apr 2013 (#)

some try to over shadow
with their longer ones...
tell them to become shadows.. for the long run

you are a star
i read daily
but can't be one like you really

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