Return to freedom

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Return to freedom. A short children's adventure story written in rhyme.

Submitted: July 21, 2011

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Submitted: July 21, 2011







When Rum was just a wee small boy

His life was filled with love and joy.


He had many friends with whom to play,

Having fun throughout each day.


The favourite one was most sincere,

his bestest friend for many years

was not a rough and tumble type,

not a boy with whom to fight.


Instead a gentle dark-haired girl

with spirit in her soul.

She and Rum a perfect match,

two halves that made a whole.


She had the name of Rosie

her parents gave when born’

As pretty as a flower

but when needed she had thorns.


Rum and Rosie played so well

beneath a yellow sun.

They ran and jumped like new born lambs,

a life so free and fun.


Sometimes when the sun had set

they played into the night.

Chasing shooting stars that fell

lit by the pale moonlight.


Now one such night the pair were playing

many years ago.

The stars were falling frequently,

they left the sky aglow.


When suddenly a crash like thunder

from a hillside oak.

Everything for miles around,

from it slumber woke.




Rum and Rosie petrified,

stood like blocks of stone.

Never in their short young lives,

a sound like this they’d known.


Slowly, as the fear subsides,

they sit with pounding hearts.

The fear gives way to nosyness,

investigation starts.


Walking up towards the oak,

young rabbits scurried round.

The tree was split and at its base

a hole made in the ground.


In the hole there sat a star

alight with five points on,

glowing in its new born light,

a cool yet shining sun.


The young friends looked with staring eyes,

not knowing what to do.

After what seems like an endless time,

Rum grabs the star so new.


Its glow now travels up his arm,

the star gives up its light.

But Rum continues shedding star drops

well into the night.


Next morning he awakens

from a long disturbing dream

in which the star’s light dripped like tears

into a flowing stream.


The stream then flowing full of light

weaves through a deep dark wood,

until arriving at a pool

in which an obelisk stood.








As dreams give way to wakefulness

he views his room so cosy.

Sitting close, holding his hand,

his favourite girlfriend, Rosie.


Rosie’s face lights up with joy

to see her friend awake.

She rushes round attentively,

their breakfast then to make.


Sitting up Rum eats his meal

until he’s had his fill

but Rosie with a look of sadness

waits there quiet and still.


He asks his lovely little friend

“Why do you look so sad?”

“Come” he says “please cheer up,

Things cannot be that bad”.


She doesn’t speak but standing up

moves toward the window,

drawing back the curtains

she turns with eyes cast low.



The most amazing sight Rum sees

outside his dim lit room.

A sight so unbelievable,

a sight so full of gloom.


No more the bright and coloured world

he always used to see,

instead a greyness filled the land

Unlike it used to be.


“Where has all the colour gone?”

Rum at last exclaims.

Rosie not a sound does make,

her heart so filled with pain.







Here they stand hand in hand

staring at the view,

trying hard to understand,

not knowing what to do.


At last they turn to face each other

and slowly start to speak,

in conversation endlessly

an answer so to seek.


They spoke about what had occurred

a single night away,

of how it had affected Rum

as in his dreams he lay.


But nothing in this made much sense,

nothing seemed quite real.

Run thought that he was to blame,

that’s how it made him feel.


All the folk of Ravensdown

could not believe their fate.

No longer did they sing or dance,

no longer celebrate.


So the daytime turned to night,

returning back to day.

An endless sad, drab, greyness

that would not go away.


The days then turning into weeks

but the grey won’t disappear.

Weeks in turn becoming months

and so on for a year.


Now a year had drifted past

since that fateful day.

Yet still the people wept at night

as in their beds they lay.







In time a little, bit by bit

the wounds would slowly heal.

Folk forgot their coloured world

and how it used to feel.


Rum and Rosie now grown up

had many jobs to do.

Rosie had a teaching job,

telling children all she knew.


Rum’s job was inspecting things

around the countryside,

checking all was safe and well,

he travelled far and wide.


He always wore the star he found

so many years before,

somewhat like an officer

who enforces the law.


The time would come when Rum would leave

and another tale unfurled.

An adventure where we learned how Rum

found colour for the world.


But the night that Rum had found the star

there’s another tale to tell.

A tale about the brothers Grimbone,

two creatures straight from hell.


















The story of the brothers Grimbone


No-one knew where they came from,

the evil brothers Grimbone.

But relatives they had not one

and lived all on their own.


No-one knew how old they were,

no-one could conceive.

The only thing we know for sure,

was they were very old indeed.


They hid away from everyone

to play their evil game.

Catching butterflies was one,

they loved to kill or maim.


Collecting magic jewels and stars

was their hearts’ desire.

They loved the way they twinkled light,

the way they shone like fire.


The jewels they loved, for these

they used to weave a magic spell.

The stars they steal, well as we’ll see

Is another tale to tell.


The stars that twinkle bright each night

are always held in awe,

Yet the Grimbones they have stolen these

for many years or more.


Every child that makes a wish

upon its shining beams,

fills that star with wishing power

to give each child their dreams.


Every night the Grimbones capture stars,

like catching fish.

With every star they catch at night,

they also catch a wish.





So every wish upon a star

in one way or another

is taken by the wicked two,

an evil Grimbone brother.


One very special star they caught

upon one midnight hour,

a star so full of children’s wishes

gave it immense power.


So much, the star became a key

and set into a stone.

The one that might then turn that key

would all its power own.


The elder of the Grimbone brothers

indeed had turned that key.

When he did, all living things

no longer then were free.


He also wore a cloak

with all the captive stars upon,

guarding it so jealously,

and shared it with no-one.


The younger Grimbone had a plan,

the star of power to gain,

hoping for a future time,

to be ready when it came.


He had to wait for many years

until this came to pass,

but when it did he saw his chance

to own the star at last.


His chance then came upon a day

they went to steal a jewel,

a gem so full of magic

it bent the laws the physics rule.







This gem gave colour to the world

for everyone to see

and when the brothers stole the gem,

how happy they would be.


They knew that stealing such a jewel

would be so very bad.

They loved the thought that stealing it

would make the whole world sad.


Now, as the elder Grimbone went

to take the precious gem,

he told his brother to hold his cloak

and guard it well for them.


The gem was taken from the stone,

for so long it had been mated,

and as it did the brothers’ plans

from that point became fated.


The younger Grimbone took the star

from his brother’s cloak

but as he did he knew full well

their friendship would be broke.


The elder Grimbone turned to see

his brother with the star

and screamed a scream so violent

it was heard both near and far.


He leapt toward his brother

and smashed the star out of his hand.

What happened next neither

of the brothers could have planned.


The star raced upward to the sky,

disappearing as it flew

and as to where the star then fell,

they hadn’t got a clue.








Turning now upon his kin

he pinned him to the ground,

casting magic spells on him

until he made no sound.


Now the elder brother Grimbone

held the jewel within his hand

and started on the next part

of the things that he had planned.


He made an awful monster,

seen by no mortal man

And hid the jewel of light away

inside the Saurian.


Feeling sure the jewel now hid away

by no-one could be found

but what to do now with his brother

lying on the ground.


No longer could he trust him

with the power that they had

so he conjured up a fate for him

both evil as was bad.


He took his brother’s memories,

hiding them away,

then cast him in a deep dark cave

and in there he would stay.


All the nasty things that happen,

and we know there are a few,

are connected to the Grimbones

and the wicked things they do.




Once the world was black and white


Once the world was black and white,

in brightest day and darkest night.

The trees the grass the flowers too,

were black and white no coloured hue.

This made the world a drab old place,

no colour in our hands or face.

Unrest lay deep across the land,

across black seas and pure white sands.

If only someone there would try,

to colour land and tint the sky.

Then people may once in a while,

change those frowns into a smile.

So this is where our story starts,

within a land of heavy hearts.

Let’s travel now to Ravensdown,

a little place of no renown.

Now in this place in which we’ve come,

there lived a clever man named Rum.

A chief inspector of the countryside,

he travelled far and travelled wide.

Inspector Rum would lie each night,

and brood about this black and white.

If only he could change the scene,

so that colour in the world was seen.

Then people might once more start smiling,

instead of days in frowns a whiling.

The task then he did set in his mind,

that colour in the world to find.

He woke that morn at crack of dawn,

and glanced across his still dark lawn.

He thought of all that he must do,

in colouring the world anew.




He packed a bag with things he’d need,

of tasty food on which to feed.

A spade, a comb, to groom his locks,

a change of pants and nice warm socks.

A torch with which he’d find his way,

some rope that he would need one day.

A small black book so he could note,

the passing days of which he wrote.

A compass he is lost without,

his favourite drink of strongest stout.

Around the bedroom he had raced,

at last into the bag he’d placed,

all of the things that he might need,

from tools and clothes to ample feed.

Now through the door he slowly creeps,

and to his bike he quietly leaps.

He leaves unknowing where to go,

the distant sun is still quite low.

Down shadowed lanes he rides so bold,

towards adventures yet untold.

Towards the black and daunting hills,

where night time screams and cries there fills.

The passing day moves on quite slow,

as away from Ravensdown we go.

Now in the hills we find ourselves,

where the rising sun shines in the dells.

A bird sings from a nearby tree,

to lift his spirit pure and free.

But soon to come is blackest night,

to give poor Rum an awful fright.

Rum rides along the narrow road,

that leads beyond the hills he is told.





When suddenly, he hears a shout!

“Please take care that you look out.”

Not knowing where the voice came from,

bewilders young Inspector Rum.

Then from the road in front of him,

stands up a troll with mouth a grin.

“Where do you go? Where do you travel?”

But Rum replies with mouth a babble.

“Why or who or what are you?

Your kinds unknown and that is true.”

The troll gives Rum a friendly grin,

as Rum falls down in front of him.

“I am the keeper of the gate,

between these hills where lies your fate.”

He then gives Rum a friendly smile,

“will you not stay and talk a while?”

Standing up from off the ground,

Rum looks up at what he’s found.

“Your kind I have never seen before,

my legs are shaking that’s for sure.

And had this been some other day,

I would have turned and run away.”

The troll replies, with words to say,

“then what’s so special of today?”

“Well,” says Rum, “it’s in my mind,

that colour in the world I’ll find.”

“Ho what a joke, don’t make me laugh,

you think the answer’s on this path?”

“Not at all!” says indignant Rum,

“along this path I had to come.”

“And why is that?” Troll’s heard to say,

“can you not find another way?”













“There is no other way I am told,”

replies our Rum, with answer bold.

The troll bends low towards Rum’s ear,

“Now listen sharp and listen clear.

There is another road I say,

and on that road you will find your way.

Upon that road you must be bound,

if colour for the world be found.

But hear me now and what I say,

for many dangers lie that way.

There is a road, not far from here,

with many perils there I fear.

Beyond these rocks a cave I’ll show,

and that is where you have to go.

Through this cave your path you’ll find,

but in this cave your path is blind.

No more than this I dare to say,

for darkness surely draws our way.”

And sure enough the darkness came,

bringing with it blackest rain.

Into the cave our hero ran,

a frightened weak and tired man.

Then suddenly the troll was gone,

a trace of which there wasn’t one.

Upon the path lays Rum’s old bike,

please come and ride me if you like.

Come and ride me, it seemed to say,

for dangers surely lay that way.

Around the bike the shadows creep,

as weary Rum falls fast to sleep.

Waking with a sudden fright,

Rum looks out into the night.













Which now had grown so thick and black,

he knew there was no turning back.

From his bag he takes his torch,

and shines it round the cave’s great porch.

A fearsome place it seemed to be,

with bats a flying wild and free.

The rain dripped from the cave’s vast door,

forming puddles on the floor.

What lays ahead, we’ll shortly know,

as In the cave we start to go.

Deep down in the cave’s great bowels,

behind the wind it screams and howls.

Ahead a place we fear to go,

a place where fearful phantoms grow.

Down and down the path now leads,

beneath his feet grow evil weeds.

Upon the walls an ugly grime,

covered there in thick black slime.

The likes of which he had never seen,

on all the travels he had been.

A filthy stench was drawing near,

as in Rum’s heart there grew more fear.

The caves dark walls now open out,

as echoes from his footsteps shout.

Once more Rum shines his torch around,

along the ceiling to the ground.

A cavern that no hands could make,

was bottomed by a deep, dark lake.

He thought of all the life there in,

of nasty fish, with teeth that grin.

The lake appeared to end his trail,

had he come so far to no avail?











He shone his torch now long and wide,

the path appeared on the other side.

He knew the lake he now must cross,

but as to how, was at a loss.

When from a rock, sat just offshore,

there came a shrill and lonesome roar.

“Who are you?” the voice did rave,

“who dares to enter in my cave?”

Rum stepped back with great alarm,

a shiver running down his arm.

“My name is Rum, our Rum explained,

but on the rock the voice remained.

Then from the rock a creature sprang,

and in the air appeared to hang.

When dropping down on two flat feet,

an evil grin for Rum it greets.

“My name is Grimbone” it did shriek,

and prodded Rum beneath his cheek.

“I am the deep cave goblin”

it said, with eyes a glee,

“and if you want to cross my lake,

you must pay a toll to me.”

“What kind of toll?” young Rum complains,

the goblin sits, and then explains.

“A toll of food and drink will do,

but if not these then I will eat up you.”

At this remark young Rum starts shaking,

and through his bag he starts a raking.

Looking for some kind of feed,

to satisfy the goblin’s greed.

Picking out his strongest stout,

Rum lets out a fearful shout.







“My finest stout and that is true,

I am sure this drink will fill up you.”

The goblin grabs and drinks its fill,

its voice now rising to a shrill.

“This drink is good, it’s heard to say,

“but I shall eat you anyway.”

Then as the goblin stands erect,

its head starts spinning with effect.

And as its threat it tries to prove,

its feet grow numb and will not move.

The goblins drunk and stuck quite fast,

our hero makes his move at last.

Rushing now his move to make,

he knocks the goblin into the lake.

The goblin sinks and walks no more,

on any of the lakes wide shore.

Young Rum starts searching, far and wide,

to find a way to the other side.

Just as he’s feeling at a loss,

some stepping stones he finds to cross.

Down many tunnels and many bends,

at last the cave comes to an end.

Sat by the exit of the cave,

Rum thinks about his quite close shave.

The sun has made its rise once more,

and on Rums face now starts to pour.

He sits there eating as he thinks,

chewing food and sipping drinks.

Of which way now he has to go,

the path goes winding far below.

Down the path Rum travels on,

taking note which days have gone.












First the path leads through a meadow,

with hillocks rolling smooth and mellow.

Turning then into the woods,

there trees packed tight with sticky buds.

The flowers trees and grass as well,

fill him with their strong sweet smell.

Their only failing had to be,

there was no colour there to see.

At this point Rum made a resolve,

this problem he just had to solve.

His journey now was going fast,

as along the forest road he past.

Feeling in a tired mood,

Rum sits down and eats more food.

As he eats and drinks some stout,

from a hole something pops out,

trips and falls with quite a bang,

the creature was a rare Goofang.

The Goofang sprang back to his feet,

brushing down his dusty seat.

Then with a speed surprising Rum,

pops down the hole from which he’s come.

Putting down his last bread roll,

Rum wanders over to the hole.

Kneeling there he peers in,

a funny sight surprises him.

For sitting there each on a chair,

are three Goofangs which turn to stare.

For those who have never seen Goofangs,

their ears are long and tend to hang.

Each Goofang is a marvellous digger,

somewhat like rabbits, only bigger.











Their teeth are large, and these they need,

for gnawing on the roots they feed.

That’s them in part, but not in whole,

now let’s return to the Goofang’s hole.

Sitting there each on a chair,

are three Goofangs who turn and stare.

The three Goofangs then start to grin,

and ask young Rum, “please do come in.”

While climbing down a wooden stair,

the Goofangs offer Rum a chair.

“Thank you” says Rum, and bows down low,

shakes each hand, then says hello.

Rum accepts the offered seat,

to take the weight off tired feet.

“We have waited long for you to come,”

a comment which surprises Rum.

“You mean you have been expecting me?”

The Goofangs nod, and all agree.

“For many days we have heard about,

your journey, since you first set out.

You see, the birds will tell us things,

from far away their message sings.

We know you have a job to do,

and with this job we can help you.

If you will, we would have you take,

this bit of advice we now make.

Living not too far from here,

there is Sage, of many a year.

For his vast knowledge, he is known,

and great in wisdom, he has grown.

If you can reach him, by this week,

he will give the answer that you seek.”

The way there, Rum just had to know,

and asked the Goofangs where to go.











So over drinks of tree root beer,

the way to go is made quite clear.

A sigh of pleasure Rum now heaves,

announcing that it’s time to leave.

“Wait!” they say, “before you go,

there’s something more you need to know.

Before you reach the wise old man,

you have to pass the Saurian.”

“The Saurian?” our Rum now asks.

The Goofang answers, eyes down cast.

“A massive beast with claws and scales,

dagger teeth and whiplash tail.

Hot and putrid gasses breathes,

and makes the ground around him seethe.

We cannot help you kill the beast,

but wish you luck at least.

So hurry now, and do not dally,

the Sage awaits in Echo Valley.”

Rum journeys on with leaden feet,

afraid of what he has to meet.

Our hero wonders if he can,

defeat the evil Saurian.

That night Rum wears a heavy frown,

and dreams of home and Ravensdown.

Walking with a heavy heart,

he travels on, to play his part.

At last the day then had begun,

the day he would face the Saurian.

Through the woods the path now weaves,

until far behind it leaves the trees.

On barren land the sun shines searing,

as Rum moves near the place he’s fearing.











Ahead two rocks stand tall and bare,

a heavy silence fills the air.

Between the rocks Rum comes to stand,

and looks around him in the sand.

For laying there that no one owns,

are many white and broken bones.

Of many creatures great and small,

in hope they come and death they fall.

Forward lays a narrow gorge,

so trekking on ahead we forge.

When up in front his was is blocked,

and Rum sweats cold in fear and shock.

For laying there seen by no man,

the large and fearsome Saurian.

The Saurian lays fast asleep,

as past him Rum attempts to creep.

Past the massive head at rest,

past the nick and heaving chest.

Past the body makes his trail,

until arriving at the tail.

Now creeping past on his tip toe,

the last few feet he tries to go.

But on a stone alas he trips,

and round his waist the tail whips.

Tossing Rum high in the air,

“Who dares to enter in my lair?”

The monster cries with teeth a ripping,

as through the air, Rums sent a flipping.

Over and over round and around,

Rum at last falls on the ground.

The monster turns now in a flash,

as Rum for cover makes a dash.











He finds his cover by a rock,

and there remains in frightened shock.

The Saurian, close by there passes,

belching hot and putrid gasses.

Thumping ground with its great hands,

up rooting rocks from where they stand.

On it goes with tramping feet,

looking for poor Rum to eat.

Up the dusty gorge it wades,

and slowly in the distance fades.

By the rock Rum stands there froze,

thinking of what he’s arose.

With bleeding flesh and head that aches,

the gorges entrance Rum remakes.

Here he sits with aching bones,

kicking dust and tossing stones.

Thinking of a way he can,

defeat the deadly Saurian.

With many thoughts and frequent rests,

at last an idea manifests.

Among the bones upon the sand,

Rum now starts the thing he’s planned.

The sweat runs down his face and cheeks,

while searching for the bone he seeks.

With many a curse and many a moan,

he finds a long and pointed bone.

Between the entrance rocks he paces,

fifteen steps and there he traces.

A mark that he starts digging round,

to place the bone that he has found.

Tossing earth both far and high,

at last the bone points to the sky.










Between the rocks he ties his rope,

to trap the Saurian he hopes.

Back into the gorge he travels,

so his cunning plan unravels.

Dreaming if its evil ways,

the Saurian once more there lays.

Creeping up on his tip toes,

Rum hurls a stone at its’ great nose.

A hideous yell the monster screams.

And splutters gas in great hot streams.

As it jumps back upon its feet,

our hero makes a quick retreat.

Back towards the entrance races,

the Saurian in anger chases.

Through the rocks and over rope,

our hero leaps like antelope.

Past the pointed bone he placed,

his pursuer now he turns to face.

Through the rocks its way to grope,

the monster does not see the rope.

From its foot the scales rip,

as to the ground it starts to trip.

So here, the Saurian, it’s wrote,

dies, a bone stuck in its throat.

Rum stands before the monstrous freak,

with tears running down its cheek.

Past the mouth go dripping by,

and on the sand solidify.

Rum picks up the solid drops,

unties his bag, and in there pops.

Through the gorge he makes his way,

as sunset steals another day.











Now on to Echo Valley we come,

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