Lullaby

This is another lullaby for my sweet grandson, Sammy, in Australia. May butterflies fly in your dreams!

Theme 180: Lullaby 3 for Little Sam

Author: Samuel A. Johnson

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Sam, Loved the Lullaby and the beautiful bugs!
I was scrolling through your songs and poems-you can be very naughty—but I really loved The River Conejos. For some reason it brought to mind Julia-who would have loved it-for she loved Texas rivers-especially one she described as green. Thank you❤️D

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Samuel A. Johnson says:

September 1, 2021 at 3:06 pm

Thank you, Dawn. You’re sweet! Since Little Sam was born I’ve learned to love lullabies!

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Why Mountain Breakfast?

Well, many years ago, before computers and the internet, I wrote a short story about a man who carried an enormous length of garden hose up a mountain with the goal of starting a siphon to run water from a lake to his cabin below. His only friend, a water attorney (?!?!), warned him that stealing water could get him in a lot of trouble. But, undeterred by this cautionary advice, he proceeded to climb to the lake and start the siphon. Meanwhile, his friend cooked breakfast in the cabin below. By the time the hose was hooked up, his friend had set fire to the kitchen and lost control of his wits. Just when it looked like the cabin would be burned to ashes, the hose began blasting water, and he was able to save the house. This was the first of several short-short stories in a series that I called Mountain Breakfast, in which each tale involved cooking or eating breakfast in the wild. It was all about humans, all about nature, and all about human nature. I’m still at it, still hiking and thinking and writing tales, although they’re longer now, and not about eating breakfast.

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