The Gold Star, by Danny Kemp.

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For The Young Ones, OR, The Young At Heart.


In the shadowy depths beneath the trees,

Lived a badger known as ‘Please.’


He was so polite that his elders did say,

“He deserves a Gold Star for being that way.”


The Star was hung around his neck,

And there it bounced as a huge glowing speck.


But even though it didn’t prick his skin,

He tied it tighter under his chin!


He held his head high to show-off his prize

So all could feast their greedy eyes.


He was proud, was Please, and told everyone so,

With such politeness that they did glow.


Friends were told and they gathered around,

Just to hear such an enjoyable sound.


He was good was Please, growing tall and strong,

Always with politeness leading him along.


For years that Star was worn with pride,

Shining from his black and white hide.


Let politeness be your own shining Star,

Then others will see how wonderful you are!


© 2014, Danny Kemp. All rights reserved.

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About Danny Kemp

I was at work one sunny November day in 2006, stopped at a red traffic light when a van, driven incompetently, smashed into me. I was taken to St Thomas' Hospital and kept in for a while, but it was not only the physical injuries that I suffered from; it was also mental ones. I had lost confidence in myself let alone those around me. The experts said that I had post-traumatic stress disorder, which I thought only the military or emergency personnel suffered from. On good days, I attempted to go to work, sometimes I even made it through Blackwell Tunnel only to hear, or see, something that made me jump out of my skin and that's when the anxiety attacks would start. I told my wife that I was okay and going regularly, but I wasn't. I could not cope with life and thought about ending it. Somehow or other with the help of my wife and medical professionals, I managed to survive and ever so slowly rebuild my self-esteem. It took almost four years to fully recover, but it was during those dark depressive days that I began to write. My very first story, Look Both Ways, Then Look Behind, found a literary agent but not a publisher. He told me that I had a talent, raw, but nevertheless, it was there. His advice was to write another story and that I'm delighted to say, I did. The success of that debut novel, The Desolate Garden, was down to sheer hard work, luck, and of course, meeting a film producer.
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