Clinson

Tales of Crimrose B. Cosmo : I

 

 

 

 

Tis a tale of the world told in a few parts for the economic of speech. But a short tale does not neccessarily hide a big story. It is a matter for the lover of life to know of its birth and timely arrival, since a simplicity of mind is a greatly treasured virtue.

 

The story begins from a point in the earth's recent history, when the eyes of the travelling migrants came to rest on the coastline of a beautiful country. Rich in scenery and life, it created the greatest promise of a prize to be won in the world's history.

 

But the arrivals were a strange lot. Instead of receiving the bounty offered, they turned it down. And like the mighty Bootes, they turned the land over, stripped their minds of the past and began a sleep that awoke to a new dream. The man, Clinson, the son of its founders, stripped bare to expose to the world his integrity and the fact that his people hid no clandestine motive for their life .... other than to simply to be a part of the world.

 

This he did in a way that was born in the courage of the crimrose .... a color of blood that is pink with the light of the true. The world was aghast but he held his ground, even when the fields of the land was drenched and the country changed its colors from green to that of the rose.

 

Then he turned his eyes to the world and began to turn the land over everywhere. It was like a world ploughed, waiting for the hand of the farmer to lay down her new seed. This she did ..... and the world awaits on abated breath to see its outcome. The prospects appeared to be mysteriously promising.

 

 

 

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