Harry the Mole
By Ray Mootrey
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Harry the Mole is an epic poem; the story of a reluctant hero who overcomes his fears and saves his people from a malignant evil.
Filled with drama, action, romance, and Mr. Mootreys unique humor, its an adventurous romp from start to finish. A true thinkers read. Once started, its hard to put down until finished and only then leaves you with a satisfying and optimistic feeling. Well worth the read with truth more apparent between the lines.
Harry the Mole can fit into several genres. Watch for the sequel as the story of the people unfolds.
Ray Mootrey
Ray Mootrey, BSc, PP, is the owner and president of Ingredient Supply Co. Inc. He was born in 1938 in Carbonear, Newfoundland, and now lives as a widower in Kitchener, Ontario, Canada. He worked most of his life in the food manufacturing business and now intends to spend most of his spare time writing. He has been a professional member of the Canadian Institute of Food Science and Technology, the Canadian Spice Association, the Association for Research and Enlightenment, and many others. Currently a member of the Canadian Authors Association, he is an avid reader who also likes a movie, a game of pool, or a game of poker.
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Harry the Mole - Ray Mootrey
Copyright © 2016 by Ray Mootrey.
ISBN: Softcover 978-1-5245-2736-5
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Contents
Prologue
Part 1 – The City
Part 2 – The Road
Part 3 – The Valley
Part4 – The Acceptance
Part 5 – The Winter
Part 6 – The Preparation
Part 7 – The Return
Part 8 – The Clean Up
Epilogue
I apologize to anyone and everyone from whom I might have borrowed an idea, a word, or a phrase.
Ray Mootrey
Dedicated to Molly, my soul mate forever and to all others here or beyond who seek a glimpse of universal truth
PROLOGUE
Once in days long gone by, reaching into the sky
Was a fairly large symmetrical hill
At the end of a valley where a small river did sally
Down to the sea where everything seemed still.
But what couldn’t be seen was the essence of a dream
In the universal forces that concentrated there,
But they could be felt by the wondrous wealth
Of all natures plants that flourished and were aware.
Then some ancient people with a strange way came by one day
And built a small pyramid on the top of the hill;
Maybe just to pray, but they decided to stay,
So, all around they made homes, their lives to fulfill.
Over ages unknown a small but great city had grown
To our modern and technological days
Where people live and love with little thought of above,
And stumble on in our usual steadfast ways.
Then came a time when ages change and forces rearrange, And there was a threat to all people on Earth.
But one great scientist it seems had other dreams
And built a dome over that city of his birth.
It worked. They survived and stayed alive,
But unfortunately dark forces seemed to remain.
As things grew steadily worse, life seemed a curse,
And all the people could do was complain.
Then an unlikely man reluctantly took a stand,
Whether in defiance or whether in fear.
Maybe divine providence or maybe strange coincidence, Or maybe some of each would be fair.
Because he was mild and meek and considered very weak
And always found a reason to worry
Whether brave and bold or a poor fearful soul,
With a mole on his cheek, this is the story of Harry.
PART 1 – THE CITY
’Twas the dead of the night when Harry finally took flight,
Although forbidden flight was then mostly unknown;
The security lighting of streets and security fleets
Caused a natural reluctance to roam.
But Harry didn’t care, he just wanted to get clear
Of the consistent harassment each day
From the elders on top who just wouldn’t stop
In their persistent ridiculous way.
And Harry was sick of the testing and prick
Of the needles that tested his birth.
For the mole on his cheek didn’t prove he was weak
Or showed that he didn’t have worth.
It was not an infection, but they wanted perfection, For what reason he wasn’t quite sure,
Because Harry played dumb compared to some,
But he just couldn’t take anymore.
He wasn’t real small, more like fairly tall, But lanky and awkward to boot.
His elbows and knees stick out where they please,
He’d never look good in a suit.
In a shirt well worn and pants that were torn, With a hat that had a great tear.
A jacket of rags, shoes looking like bags,
A suit? Something he’d never wear.
Yeah, Harry was a sight either in fear or flight,
It would look like he didn’t have brains,
He worried each day in an unusual way
Causing himself many pains.
He didn’t weigh more than his shadow times four,
Was worrisome, scared, and weak.
Always quizzed like a spy by the doctors on high
Because of the mole on his cheek.
But behind the scene he was smart and real keen,
A genius in his own right,
But living in fear and his total despair,
That fog kept his thoughts out of sight.
Unless he was gone, the testing would go on
Until they found some excuse
To put him somewhere under their care
Or to kill him for some other use.
He couldn’t believe when he started to leave
That he even had the guts to try,
But where he’d go to he finally knew,
And he knew if he stayed here he’d die.
So, what finally gave Harry to courage to hurry
And to take off already tonight?
His mother, of course, they’re always the first
To protect their offspring, they’ll fight.
His mother had seen how Harry had been
And called him aside yesterday.
Sixty-three years old but still strong and bold
She knew he should look for a way
To stand up and fight for what he thought right
Or die bravely in the attempt.
"Having brains and the heart, you can play the part,
Although motley and mostly unkempt."
But Harry felt sure he couldn’t go out the door,
Even with mother’s pep-talk,
And the next thing she said filled him with dread,
He tried, but he just couldn’t walk.
"Your father did try when you were a boy
To move us up and keep us from harm;
Then they killed him one day in their special way
Because of the birthmark on his arm.
"So then, that is that, we’re stuck in this flat
Not allowed to leave Level Three.
To live in our fashion with our meager ration
You, your grandmother and me.
Ninety years old, God bless her soul,
She has a story to tell
And only to you; I know it’s true.
She’s your grandmother, so listen well."
With a raspy old voice and trying to be nice,
She greeted him with a toothless smile,
Said, "Sit down my boy and I’ll give a try
To entertain you for awhile.
I think you’ll agree if you listen to me,
That your fate is pre-ordained;
You are the one my only grandson
Through which our destiny could be obtained."
"Before I was born this place was warm
With joy, good times, and with love,
Full of goodwill, a city on a hill
With no dome covering above.
From far and near people came here
From neighboring villages and towns;
To buy and to sell and all was quite well,
You could have said that abundance abounds."
"So they went to and fro like the tides ebb and flow
On a beach that was just made for pleasure;
Where satisfaction and gain without any pain
Were the only things then left to measure.
Until that fateful day when news came our way
On all media at the same time,
That some foreign places were arguing cases
Over trade, religion, or some crime."
"Then our city leaders and other good-deeders
Decided we must plan ahead;
Survivalists all answered the call,
And that’s the last I saw of my dad.
You see, Harry my boy, your great-grandfather was high
On the list of importance just then;
A scientist rare and design engineer,
A walking brain and a man among men."
"He built helter-skelter a new type bomb shelter,
A city under a dome,
That helped us survive, we’re still alive
In this hell hole we have to call home.
I was just a baby, but since then I’ve thought maybe,
Better to have been left to our fate;
It’s highly over-rated to be incarcerated
In a compound without a gate."
"So, the dome was born predicting a storm
Of war and pestilence.
But open each day in a comfortable way,
Then closed for our final defense.
Because then one day somewhere far away And it probably was over nothin’
Someone started to fight and sometime in the night
Some devil or fool pushed a button."
"The glare in the sky and turbulence on high
Was visible everywhere.
No point in running, they knew what was coming,
They just huddled down in their fear.
But for everything needed, my dad had succeeded,
The city was now a closed system.
A unique little nation for a limited population,
Created by his supreme wisdom."
"When a few years went by there was again light up on high;
We had lived through a nuclear winter.
So, at a steady pace had won our maiden race,
We came through like a thoroughbred sprinter. Then wanting to decide about the outside,
They drew straws for a volunteer sender;
Dressed in his gear he ventured out there
And reported, it’s burnt to a cinder."
"Anyway, outside didn’t matter since amid the chatter
Of static on each type of radio
No voices were heard so it seemed quite absurd
Why anyone had wanted to go.
And there were no strange entries, we sure didn’t need sentries
It’s was unlikely that anyone would arrive,
So we didn’t have to share with anyone from out there,
There was nobody else left alive."
"Our systems were fine, built to last for all time,
And on a Level that’s further below
There’s a domesticated zoo and greenhouses too
And food processing fit for a show.
By-products from leather to a fluffy goose feather
For anything we wanted to do.
But lately it seems, we just have our dreams,
Everything else seems just for the few."
"As I grew up back then we weren’t in a pen,
We went around happy and free.
We went up and down and all around town
And experienced all we could see.
Then suddenly one day in the usual way
I realized I now was a woman,
Making up schemes to manipulate dreams
Of men, well, I was just human."
"Then shortly thereafter amid fun and laughter
I met up with a man of great action.
We fooled about and without any doubt
We had a strong mutual attraction.
Before very long your mother came along
And a wonderful two became a beautiful three.
Then the very next day that man went away
And left only my baby and me."
To Harry she seemed to be now in a dream,
She nodded and looked far away,
Said, "My soul mate is the man that I hate,
But I’ll love him ’til my dying day."
Then down her left cheek a tear started to creep,
But she quickly wiped it away.
"It’s OK son, in more ways than one, I’m almost done,
Just a little more and you’re on your way."
"As your mother grew my contentment did too
With encouragement and help from my friends.
We were given this space as our own special place
As then was one of the trends.
We didn’t enquire what existed up higher
Or why the dome was always closed
Or wonder why we weren’t allowed to see the sky,
Conditioned and apathetic, I suppose."
But in the richest of nations creeps in segregations
Based naturally on level of wealth.
Your circles of friends are the means to your ends,
You maintain them by truth or by stealth.
So the rich and their cronies, politicians and phonies
Built their mansion homes nearest the sun.
And then we were stopped being allowed to the top,
Simply known now as Level One."
"And we never knew what is on Level Two.
We were told it was not our concern;
Just be happy to be on Level Three
For to live and to work and to learn.
So the poor working bloke and the ordinary folk
Simply accepted their lot.
In apathetic defeat, and wanting to eat,
Were glad to receive what they got."
"But that bit you know, your mother and you
Work in the factories each day at your station,
Sewing and mending and reassembling
To get your rations each day for remuneration.
At the end of your shift it all ends up on the lift
To above for final inspection,
And according to those quacks, if something it lacks,
It comes back to put your pay in suspension."
"I don’t know what decided that our media subsided; No signals, I guess through the dome.
But nobody cares after a couple of years,
We just blamed the effects on the bomb.
Then when you were small they left nothing at all;
All technical items were confiscated,
Said the parts could be used instead of abused,
And to our security would be dedicated."
"So like common looters, they took our computers
And everything mobile or stable;
Telephones, calculators, processors, percolators,
And everything else with a cable.
Toasters and toys, so when you were a boy
You had neither a ball nor a bat,
And not even a stick, except for your dick,
And I’m surprised they didn’t want that."
"I think our democracy became an autocracy,
We’re controlled now by sociopaths.
And some more dogmatists have turned into fascists
And acting like total psychopaths.
Under the guise of euthenics they delve into eugenics,
And the latest, artificial population control.
So, I’m supposin’ any accident unchosen
Will end up in some casserole."
"Don’t look so puzzled, I’ll not be muzzled
By fear, and as long as I’m able
I’ll have my sources of rumor resources
Whispered quietly under the table.
A dropped word here, another one there,
We put two and two together,
And even if unsound, we pass it around
As deftly as a flea on a feather."
"Now I definitely surmise by the light in your eyes
You have your great-grandfathers brains.
I can see in your face that your heart’s in the right place, You just can’t carry those heavy mental chains;
And when in school you weren’t any fool, Always at the top of your class,
And each old magazine or book you could glean
You studied it