Po’s prose prologue The UNDERWOOD Chapter 2
Po’s prose prologue
The Underwood Chapter 2 ‘The ascent to the Summit’ (Page 7)
So, page 6 found us on the edge of ‘Underwood’, at the treeline with the wood behind us, and the vista of a majestic mountain laying ahead of us.
Here we find ourselves at an old log cabin. This will be our base camp, where we will rest and prepare for our long journey ahead to… ‘The Temple on the Mount’
High up upon the summit, unseen from the ground the view of the Temple eludes us, obscured by swirling white cloud cover.
Ahead of us, we can all see a path that leads us onwards.
For now however, we must eat, rest, sing; tell each other stories and poetry of times of yore.
Chapter 2 will be interactive!
You may feel you wish to write and or read a story, or poem, or sing a song during our repose at the cabin. Feel free now to shear with each other around the huge log fire burning brightly in the hearth, giving us warmth and inspiration to let our hearts and minds join as one.
Please message me here at WOL pm me with your contributions. If you wish to write and remain silent, I am certain there will be another who will willingly read your words aloud for us all to enjoy.
We can come back to this point at any time in the future and copy in anything you feel inspired to place here. It does not have to be your work… However you must get permission to use it.
This is a ‘non-profit’ endeavour. I intend to narrate the whole story when it is finished and place it here on WOL as a free download. All contributors acknowledged for their contributions.
Alongside each page, I intend to add illustrations and photographs. If you have any skills in illustration or photography, or indeed music/song this is a good platform to showcase your work.
There is NO time limit on this, Take time to take time. I intend to add to the story line as we progress. Adding to pages already written is entirely possible as I have a ‘Time machine’.
I am not going to give any spoilers regarding the journey ahead'
Just read, contribute, imerse and above all, enjoy the journey.
Here is a song I will record and add here to set the scene
When a Knight Won His Spurs
When a knight won his spurs, in this story of old
he was gentle and brave, he was gallant and bold
with a shield on his arm and a lance in his hand
For God and for valour he rode through this land.
No charger have I, and no sword by my side
Yet still to adventure and battle I ride
Though back into Underwood giants have fled
And the knights are no more and the dragons are dead.
Let faith be your shield and let joy be your steed
'Gainst the dragons of anger, and the ogres of greed
And let us set free with the sword of our youth
From the castle of darkness, the power of the truth.
Adapted from a children's hymn written by Jan Struther
It is with much gratitude and deep joy! I am pleased to announce that Jon is joining us at the fireside with a recitation of his wonderful poem “Gentle caress”
The butterflies caressed
the frail old man
and soothed his sorrow
in the light flutter of
their dainty wings
his heavy heart
lost all its weight
and floated gently
to its resting place.
Please come and join us... Contribute yourself, and add to the party!