Do It And Done
By Brady Gill
All through the town of Do it and Done
There was a good deal of work and very little fun
The townspeople there were all busy persuing
The best ways of doing things that needed doing.
And even if something was done very well
A cake was made prefect in look, taste and smell
A lawn was mowed quickly with every blade right
A painting so pretty, you’d cry at the sight
A leather bound book with solid gold letters
In Do it and Done
It could all be done better
And better they did everything that they did
Every parent surpassed by the skill of their kid
Every teacher just teaching their students so long
Before students were saying, “you’ve got it all wrong!”
Faster and better and better and faster
Never anything anyone shouldn’t have mastered
And with all this bettering, all of this fast
Did Do it and Done really think it would last?
On one sunny day, not a cloud in the sky
A soft breeze on the hills, from the town came a sigh
From grownups and children and all of the rest
Who all knew at once, that they’d all done their best
They put down their paper and pencil or tools.
The parents left work and the students ditched school
And into the street they stepped out so proud
But when they saw everyone else, fear swept through the crowd.
“If we’re all at our best. . .” said a man quite diminished
“Then we’re all like the rest,” he quietly finished.
At three twenty seven, the meeting bell rung
For the smartest and wisest of Do it and Done
To lock themselves up in the mayors big house
And ponder and think
And check and guess
And stay in the house till they solved this big mess.
And solve it they did, for after a week
The Mayor’s door opened and out with a creak
Stepped the smartest and wisest of Do it and Done
“There’s bettering left for us all,” he begun
“Everyone now must soon make a bond,
With somebody else who’s equally strong!
Someone as bright, and as smart, and as clever,
And by besting their best, you’ll surely get better!”
So off they all went with someone the same
Same muscle for moving
Same smartness of brain
And everything done was bested by the other
A girl’s pretty picture, bested by her brother
Well she bested him and he bested her
Till they screamed at each other
But their art was superb
Two builders were building two beautiful boats
“My Boat is the best,” they both did boast
When one builder built something that was new
The other would build the same thing but in twos
One sail became two
Two became four
Till the best of their boats sank to the ocean’s floor.
A husband and wife who both loved to cook
Started stealing and hiding the recipe book.
“Delicious!” He called out in an unfriendly tone
To his wife, while he ate on the floor all alone.
The besting continued, but out of their hands
The besting escaped and went into the land
The first to start besting were the sea and the shore
Every wave the sea gave it reached out for more
But the shore would not give in to the sea’s demands
It held fast with towers and walls made of sand.
They battled and fought for who took up the most room
With tidal waves crashing on mountainous dunes.
Next were the trees and the air up above
The trees reaching up, but pushed down with shoves
The more the trees grew, the more the wind blew
On trees and the seas
And the townspeople too.
The Sun and the Moon held a race in the sky
Each side of it marked with a cloud finish lines
Each day the Sun was a little more fast
Was shorter than the last
The Moon, who never turned down a fight
Leapt from star to star and shortened the night.
Faster and faster the days and nights flew
Older and older the townspeople grew
Their faces were stained with furrowing frowns
From cheering themselves while putting friends down
Their bodies were brittle and quite slow to heal
So busy in besting they forgot all their meals.
Locked in their rooms, standing apart
In besting the rest they hardened their hearts
And as their hearts hardened, the best stood alone
And Do it and Done was all turned to stone.
The Sun and the Moon stopped their race in the sky
The wind quit its gusting
The sea changed its tide.
And for the next year the stone statues stayed
A year full of resting the price to be paid
Time to be still, to think, to uncover
How to be great, but not hurt one and other
How to be giving, and caring, and kind
How to do all of that, and not fall behind
After a year in their stony cocoons
After Spring, Summer, Fall, and Winter too
Slowly but surely the townspeople moved
And once they were moving, they knew what to do.
The women and men and all of the rest
Gave up on trying to be the best
Instead they took on a different approach
When one did their best, the rest gave a toast!
Rather than struggle to always be top
They’d show love from below as they pushed their friends up
Oh what a dream to work as a team
Together they worked and better it seemed
Because without a first, there’s never a worst
And if no one is best, then no one is less.
The brother and sister combined all their paint
Their art was so pretty it made their dad faint
The builders of boats shared all their tips
Made the boat of their dreams and set off on a trip
The husband with salt
His wife with the pepper
Through the seasons they seasoned their food together.
So it was that Do it and Done
Learned how to work and still have some fun
Side by side, they all live as friends
And that is how this story ends.
Copyright © 2015 Brady Gill, All Rights Reserved