The Story of Christmas Tree

28. prosince 2012 v 16:45 | Weiler |  Téma týdne
Na Štědrý Den (nebo vlastně možná v jeho předvečer) jsem dostal nápad na pohádku o vzniku Vánočního stromku. Ale protože nápad samotný by zřejmě nevydal na celý příběh v próze, alespoň ne na takový, s kterým bych byl spokojen, chtěl jsem ho zveršovat. A na Štědrý den se mi najednou začalo z neznámého důvodu veršovat lépe v angličtině. A tak vzniklo:
(... ještě než začnete číst, vězte, že nejsem básník, ač bych to o sobě tvrdit chtěl. Rytmus básně je v některých pasážích pochybný, stejně tak jazyk, kterým ještě zdaleka nevládnu tak dobře, jak bych si přál...)
The Story of Christmas Tree

With Christmas upon us, let me tell you a tale
I heard while ago from a nightingale.
A tale of how Christmas came to its tree
we have in our house each year, you and me.
Believe it or not, it starts with a fox
that sneaked out of forest each day between rocks.
He ran to a village and began to plunder.
Approached a gate and slipped right under
nicked a thing here, nicked a thing there
and before nightfall returned to his lair.
In the same forest though lived a big bear.
Whatever happened, he wanted his share,
stated his leadership and since he was strong,
no one would dare to say his rule is wrong.
The bear soon learned about the fox's trek,
decided to keep that ginger in check.
The next time the fox returned to the woods
the bear already awaits him and broods.
The fox knew too well what the giant is after,
slipped under his legs and ran with a laughter,
for the bear, in his size, can't surely keep up,
so the fox keeps on running without will to stop.
But in his escape he dropped lots of his loot:
it's in a tree, the branches, even on a shoot.
Creates a trail the bear can now follow
and find a stash in a tree trunk that's hollow.
The fox now sees that running too fast
will only cause those little traces to last.
But slowing down will let the bear catch him.
This situation could use some patchin'!
And so the fox decides to sneak out at night.
Hopefully he will thus avoid the fight.

So after sunset into the village he goes
and before sunlight back to the woods he tiptoes.
But the bear knows the fox maybe too well.
He waits at night and thinks all is swell.
But the fox knows the bear and once again flees
albeit leaving a trail of the things amongst trees.
Luckily the bear can't follow it at night
and the traces lead him astray in daylight.
The bear then snarled: "Fox thinks he's clever
sneaking at night. But see me give up? Never!
I can't see the trail, the bits are too small,
but so are bugs and will see them all."
Bear ordered fireflies to guard the next night
and fly to everything the fox leaves in sight.
Thus when the fox stormed back home again
his path was all lit and bear found his things then.
"If bear can make pacts… so can I,"
said the fox and went to a magpie.
Right in the morning both went to the village
and started what was a mischievous pillage.
The fox collected garbage, waste and scraps.
Peels of oranges and bunch of old eggs.
The magpie helped by stealing shiny things -
pieces of chain, bells, trinkets and rings.
Carried it all one by one to the forest
to avoid the alarm and the bear's unrest.
Hanged all the stuff on a tree on a glade
and when it was done decided to wait.
Nightfall has come and so did the fox
carrying more things and a small box.
Again the bear waited, then gave a chase,
calmly followed fireflies losing the race
'till he arrived to the glade with the tree
and couldn't believe the thing he did see.
For each little item on that lonely pine
one little firefly decided to shine.
Thus was the tree all pompous and lit.
A sight so surprising it made the bear sit.
And when he did, he noticed the box
left under the tree by the sneaky fox.
Reluctant at first, he opened the gift
and the small present caused a heart-shift.
A man from the village witnessed the scene:
the beautiful tree - now hardly green.
And how the bear unwrapped his present.
The man did nothing, just back home he went.
Right there the next day - on Christmas Eve
took trinkets and lights and decorated a tree
under which he put gifts for his family and friends
and that's when our story of Christmas tree ends.
 

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1 userka userka | E-mail | Web | 25. července 2015 v 21:31 | Reagovat

Nějaký slovíčka jsem si musela najít, protože už jsem je dávno zapomněla, ale "albeit" jsem v životě neslyšela a navíc bych to na první pohled zařadila do němčiny :D
To jsi vymyslel docela pěknou pohádku! Tvý budoucí děti tě budou zbožňovat o:)

2 Weiler Weiler | Web | 29. července 2015 v 23:58 | Reagovat

[1]: To vzniklo z mý touhy vymyslet nějakej vlastní mýtus. Vždycky mě fascinovaly mýty... Ale vznikla pohádka a i když trochu kostrbatá, musim říct, že bych se za ní sám pochválil :D

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