

Nelson D Reyes
almost 4 yearsLove this one, thank you Brod.
She lived the moment, aware the whole time she walked to the cabin, a haven she is all familiar with. The "future" in us all is the next "moment" that we can only "live" when it comes. As long as we do not know it, we feel a bit uneasy, a little insecure. Acknowledge the thought of fear and let go, let it pass and live the moment-enjoy whatever is at hand. So right now I am going to the store without fear! Shop around, entertain my self. :-))
Well written, Brod. Thanks again.

Vic
almost 4 yearsObviously this poem is based on Little Red Riding Hood - whatever the fairy tale says, she must have been a terrified young lady going through the woods that night. Much like most of us when we are assigned a task we must complete. Like soldiers going to war, their fears must be balanced with an overwhelming sense of duty. As I said "So within her, fear, duty; furiously at war!"
Charlotte B. Williams
almost 4 yearsHi again Vic, Sorry, I accidentally erased our whole conversation trying to ask you a question. I just wanted to know, what happened to Red Riding Hood at the end of the story ? Did she get away from the wolf ? I really don't remember . I just want to say again that I Enjoyed reading this because I erased that part by mistake.