Ballads, Mindful

Poor Lucas


Barely twelve,

Was his age,

When lost loved ones,

Due to tuberculosis,

Starting from father,

To his weak mother,

Leaving the lad,

Alone & stranded,

Neighbors helped,

But Lucas shied away,

Hurt & broken,

He walked away,

From bad memories,

Found work as apprentice,

In a town,

Man did barbering,

And doctoring too,

He taught Lucas,

How to work,

And so became he,

Well known lad,

Blended in with folks,

And the nice man,

Finding some relief,

From haunting thoughts,

Being accepted,

As a son & worker,

So ends the fuss,

Of poor boy Lucas!

 

Ballads, Mindful

Kira The Talented


Born with a dead leg,

And natural weaving ability,

From the age of 5,

As an expertise,

Father was slain,

And mother slow poisoned,

Leaving poor Kira in a tension,

On mother’s last breath,

She was thrown with her,

Into a cemetery to suffer,

Her house was burned,

With nowhere to go,

A little boy is all,

That helped her,

Then she was taken,

By a so called guardian,

Who took care of orphans,

Along with others,

However one day,

The cries of a little girl awakened,

A question in her mind,

Is the guardian really true or not,

Then an old lady told about a fake legend,

That the guardian had said true,

Then she was slain the very next day,

Kira grew tense,

With each passing day,

Finally her father appeared one day,

With the help of the little boy,

Who had helped her always,

And father told daughter about the guardian even more,

That he was the one who attempted to murder,

Kira then had proof that she was right,

In suspecting weird kindness,

Also the acts which were weird,

And so she decided upon taking revenge,

Or actually getting back her rights,

So concludes the story of the talented weaver!

 

Ballads, Mindful

Sarah Crew


A very cheery little life,

Who grew  motherless,

Into a lass of six,

Father the owner of diamonds,

And loving being in her home,

Then a day he takes her,

To a hostel for education,

Although she is homesick,

She knows her Dad will be there,

For her at all times thru letters,

And in emergent calls immediately,

But sadly he died & the mistress,

Of school mistreated her with prejudice,

Because she was rich & suddenly poor,

For father had died of loss shock,

Of a fraud done behind his back,

Still the wench lived a stable life,

With all the mistreatment,

Until one day a man came,

Next to her hostel from her hometown,

She met him for exchange of pet,

And he asked her her history,

From the way of her manners,

And he exclaimed with surprise,

For he was her father’s loyal friend,

From there he told her,

the actual fraud situation,

That it was false,

That the diamonds were stolen,

He had the saved inheritance,

Of her future,

And so he became the legal guardian,

Of the poor little princess,

As for her mistress,

She was threatened to be sued,

For mistreatment of pupils,

So ends the ballad,

Of Sarah Crew!

Ballads, Mindful

Mary Lennox


A poor lass of India,

Whose mother partied,

And father in the army,

Both gone without a hint,

And the little wench left alone,

To a nurse and servants,

Who died short after or ran away,

Because of surging epidemic,

Leaving the girl spoiled and tantrumic,

Temporarily taken in,

By pope and family,

Then sent to uncle,

For permenant care,

But found reservation,

However provisions were given,

But true love was never shown,

Slowly the atmosphere changed,

Because of dames and maids,

Of good nature who helped,

In showing life to the wench,

Who never saw light,

Finally a day came,

When uncle noticed her,

And cousin too,

Thanks to the mother of twelve,

Who prompted the uncle,

To give heed to her and son,

And from her Mary’s love to live,

In life as a typical child!

Ballads, Mindful

Mrs. Blythe’s Tale


An orphan from age 6,

Living in the cruelties,

Of mistresses or owners,

Til one day being age 12,

She was fortunately taken,

By two old kinfolk of P.E.I,

The lady despised at first,

But innerly loved her,

The man liked her already,

And dealed to be the guardian,

She then started her life anew,

As a girl of high spirits,

Days and years til the man’s daeth,

As well as the lady’s eyesight,

Also taken as parents of twins,

From the orphan home of course,

Until she was a mother of six,

Then became the twins,

Boy and girl,

Uncles of the six little ones,

Including twin girls,

And here she became a respected lady,

Rich, decent, and mannered woman,

As well as nurse and healer,

No telling that she was from,

A poor asylum or bullied target,

So ends Mrs. Blythe’s tale!

Ballads, Mindful

Tiger Ann Parker


Here is a girl,

Who grew up with Mom ab,

And Dad mentally ill,

Yet she was normal,

And survived til middle school,

Then conflicts arose,

Because of parental behavior,

Mom was so babyish for her,

Dad was weird for others,

Friends didn’t invite to their parties,

Grandma died of a snake bite,

All burden on her shoulders,

Or else aunt was willing,

But with parents to own survival,

Or special care homes,

But mature was she,

That she took responsibility,

At the age of thirteen,

She was a smart queen,

So goes the story of ,

Tiger Ann Parker,

The girl who realized,

The worth of parents,

No matter what their weaknesses,

Challenges/problems maybe!

Ballads, Mindful

Spring Oh Spring Come So Soon


A field of nature in bloom,

A dashing color of flowers afoot,

Lovely trees of blankets so swoon,

Beautiful shades of sky are previewed,

Sweet mists blowing past your boon,

Windy willows swinging in glee,

Fresh body in action is imminent,

Such slim appetite is performed,

Pretty colors are shown on the moon,

Of the floating person in the happy groom,

All thoughts of depression are gone,

Thoughts of Happesion instead are broomed,

To put together a soul lost,

In the city of Depressialot,

So heigh ho the city of Happesion!

 

Ballads, Mindful

So Called Noble Uncle


Once there was a girl of young,

Who had 3 uncles of a fortune,

One was rather very unliked,

The other was avoided through some instinct,

The third was thought to be jolly,

Yet turned out to be a folly,

The tale that is amazing to the eye,

Is actually concerning number 2,

Of the listing line,

Support was granted from him,

To be true,

But some unknown sorrow or rather,

Fear was also known,

He helped yes in many things today,

But always had a cunning style anew,

Then there was a dream,

Of which significance shocked,

The girl whose uncle 2 was fore taught,

The thoughts of diplomacy went through,

And she shivered to know what to do for,

The only thing that she concluded thus,

Was to stay away from him so far,

Though all are considered dangerous,

His particular one gets too high,

For he hides his true image inside,

And plays diplomacy on all,

Who then can stand such a stall,

For ye will parish at one small!

 

Ballads, Mindful

Strange Old Lady


I saw a lady one day,

Who was dressed religiously,

She looked sort of humble,

Yet behavior was none,

Her daughters were misbehaved,

Her son one who is done,

Her habits one of doubt,

And conduct of weird style,

Her youngster boy out of control,

Her group of friends suspicious,

Not only is it that but cracked,

She looks like she’ll burn,

Once she is in hum,

The actions and personalities,

That we have seen all lead to,

One event which is to be seen,

For we know not which is true,

But we have gathered facts,

That need evidence,

So I can conclude the tale,

Of a hideous strange woman,

With a heart beaten!

Ballads, Mindful

Lily Harper


A girl lived in the Texan woods,

With her family of six folks,

She was grown as a tomboy,

And taught not much discipline,

3 sisters of hers were girly,

Leaving her to play boy,

Their father was a bet-ter,

And lost all his money,

Fines started arising,

To threaten his property,

So he suggested to Lily,

Along with her sisters,

To rob people in the valleys,

Nearby his home,

So away went Lily & gang,

To do her bid,

And caught only one,

Later discovered a sheriff,

That this family robbed,

And to jail they were taken,

The girls that were four,

Leaving the mother aghast,

But father abashed,

Released they were on pleading,

Guilty of being so young,

That judge bid them pardon,

And home to reform,

Then Lily worked on,

Dramas to earn for her dorm,

And during such travels,

Got hit torn,

Toughness got her the better,

For her score,

So ended the tale,

Of Lily Harper’s affair!