This week’s writing prompt is:
TRANSPORT
Many of you will have been on journeys via car, train, bus, plane and boat. Personally, I like travelling by train. I used to love the old Harry Potter-style trains with their compartments and sliding doors. What memories do you have? Perhaps you’ve used an unusual form of transport – camel, dog sled or rickshaw, for example.
You don’t have to share your work, but I always enjoy seeing what you come up with if the prompt gives you inspiration. Your last prompt was SPORT. Here’s the writing you shared:
I discovered my bad knees when I was 13 after a freak occurrence playing alley baseball. Once they started dislocation all the time, that kinda took sports out of my vocabulary, but I do remember having a record serve in volleyball -my only claim to fame sportswise. Its a miracle that I was able to get into the military, make it through basic, and enjoy four and a half more years before my knees forced me out on a (good conduct) but medical discharge. Life with my knees and now my back problems is rough, but I’m managing and sports will never be in my vocabulary. I’d settle for being able to ride my e-bike that I bought before my back injury. I’d only ridden it three times before.
Sport in Botany defined by Wikipedia :
In botany, a sport or bud sport, traditionally called lusus,[2] is a part of a plant that shows morphological differences from the rest of the plant. Sports may differ by foliage shape or color, flowers, fruit, or branch structure. The cause is generally thought to be a chance genetic mutation.[3]
I saw a sport once. Eight or nine twigs on a forsythia bush, each fused to the next, like a pan pipe. It still had leaves and flowers. I was reading sci-fi books at the time, I was only young and found the strange formation almost creepy. I cut the sport off the bush and it never grew back. But I always remembered this sporting image!
If you be a good sport in all you do
Many good things will come to you
Awards, free meals and also drinks
That is what everyone thinks…
All that hard work really pays off
Another old saying that makes a scoff
It’s not the training, the efforts true
It’s who you know and who knows you!
Sport is life in little plays
Shakespearean in many ways
Conflict held within a cage
Rules are rules and life’s a stage
Little dramas end to end
Little games where we pretend
That everybody knows their place
In the eternal running race
When only one a winner be
For most of us just tragedy
Read the score, it’s there to see
That life is but a comedy
The track is circular, you see
Round and round for you and me
Your life you’ve spent, your race you ran
To end up where you first began.
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Esther Chilton 
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