by florence ondré 8/25/11
A parable, written with loving observation whilst checking in to see if my three sons were ready in case hurricane Irene hit.
I have three sons.
One built his house of straw… a kind of dreamy artistic kid.
One of twigs- a positive kid, who always figured… ah, that’ll do it…the lawn is mowed…looks good from the front.
And one meticulously planned his construction; scouted the best from stone masons, got his building permits in order from the county, pronto; took out his trusty trowel and saw to the solidity of the foundation mortar as he built his two story brick colonial with double safety exits, taking as few chances as possible should the wolf storm his door or could gain entry.
Oh yes… and anchored a boat by the back door… in case.
eFlorence 
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