Walking by the waterways, I spied a weeping willow,
Green of leaf but bent in grief, a masterpiece of sorrow.
Unsure of why this tree were broke in lowered voice I softly spoke:
"Willow, why do you weep? Do you despise the hum of flies?
Are you sick of water deep? Do you look upon the glaring skies
And long for hollow sleep?"
"Human I have watched this world for many years in silent thought,
I've reached for stars with limb unfurled, twigs and branches overwrought.
That lofty race was never won and I who stretched towards the sun
Ceased to grow and now I know that truly I am nearly done.
For such as us live fleeting lives and only grow so tall,
When willows reach a certain size our leaves begin to fall.
This is how you find me here, sick from unknown ill
And is it weak to shed a tear my mind will soon be still?
Though may I ask you sit with me and read some rhyme out loud?
Perhaps of immortality to lift this morbid cloud."
"Forgive me Willow if you would, this book of paper page,
It's worth the murder if the words should still your heartwood's rage.
Now I'll sit and read to you a story never heard,
A tale not of tiny shrew or lofty soaring bird.
But of the ways of modern man and city not too far,
Bridges built to a river's span and roaring motor car.
In the west glass towers rise to stand among the weather,
Their tips near scraping greying skies, giants hulked together.
Ever watching with glazed face as if they were alive,
Below these greats the human race; truly this the hive-
Of decadence and crystal glitz, our currency excess,
Patrons seeking daily hits and pleasures of the flesh.
Ground is paved with concrete walk, our steps are eased by drink,
Endless people daily talk, perhaps a hundred think-
Of fragrant grass not in a joint... but as the night comes on, my tree
I'll press upon the point; Your dream of immortality
Is not some childish fantasy: A thousand years metropolis
And waxing still its girth. No ravages could topple this
Grey titan of the earth."
I closed the book I'd brought with me to see the Willow still,
"Now I must go home sad tree, I feel the evening's chill."
It only spoke one final time with this concluding rhyme;
"I have listened well and good to all you had to say.
Now give this humble firewood the last word of the day.
It is true the good pass young so from what you have said,
If city shall swallow all the land... I'm glad that I'll be dead."
Sunday, March 13, 2011
Saturday, March 12, 2011
King Arthur
We lined up, one by one
One by one, we stood against impossible odds.
We were a fallen kingdom.
"Take our castle
Take our land
Take our lives
But take not our pride."
And true it was...
We shouted that until
Everyone of us drew
Our last breath
We lined up one by one
One by one, we stood against impossible odds.
We were a proud people
Pacing his horse in front of us
He shouted praises
Oh! That man could speak!
A great orator
Never to be quoted
The most valiant calvary
Ever to call themselves
"Soldiers! Stand tall!
Fight with honor!
Fear not your death
But embrace it!"
No matter how much fear shook you
No matter what thoughts crossed our mind...
We stayed calm
With our serene glares piercing through our armor.
We grew up with stories of heroes.
Mythical people
They were never scared.
We were in no way mythical
We learned soon enough that we were not composed of words
or nice thoughts.
We were
"Men! There they are!
Prepare for battle!
On my mark!!!!"
We were human.
We bled.
People would not tell of our stories.
"Men, fight not for revenge!
Fight not for glory!
Fight for honor!"
King Arthur! Defender of Britain!!!
We shouted.
And with that, it began
"We might not be the victors of this battle
but the Saxons will forever remember
King Arthur and his valiant knights!
CHARGE!!!"
And we did.
Arrows flew.
Lances were thrown.
Swords were slammed against one another.
Clearly outnumbered
We fought on.
They saw hell first hand that night.
As we killed three times
the number of our army,
one by one we died.
Death taking us one by one
We thought of our wives
never to be seen
Death taking us one by one
We said a final prayer
for divine intervention.
Death taking us one by one
We were a proud people
And entire army with the
same
dying
words...
"For...... honor......"
One by one, we stood against impossible odds.
We were a fallen kingdom.
"Take our castle
Take our land
Take our lives
But take not our pride."
And true it was...
We shouted that until
Everyone of us drew
Our last breath
We lined up one by one
One by one, we stood against impossible odds.
We were a proud people
Pacing his horse in front of us
He shouted praises
Oh! That man could speak!
A great orator
Never to be quoted
The most valiant calvary
Ever to call themselves
"Soldiers! Stand tall!
Fight with honor!
Fear not your death
But embrace it!"
No matter how much fear shook you
No matter what thoughts crossed our mind...
We stayed calm
With our serene glares piercing through our armor.
We grew up with stories of heroes.
Mythical people
They were never scared.
We were in no way mythical
We learned soon enough that we were not composed of words
or nice thoughts.
We were
"Men! There they are!
Prepare for battle!
On my mark!!!!"
We were human.
We bled.
People would not tell of our stories.
"Men, fight not for revenge!
Fight not for glory!
Fight for honor!"
King Arthur! Defender of Britain!!!
We shouted.
And with that, it began
"We might not be the victors of this battle
but the Saxons will forever remember
King Arthur and his valiant knights!
CHARGE!!!"
And we did.
Arrows flew.
Lances were thrown.
Swords were slammed against one another.
Clearly outnumbered
We fought on.
They saw hell first hand that night.
As we killed three times
the number of our army,
one by one we died.
Death taking us one by one
We thought of our wives
never to be seen
Death taking us one by one
We said a final prayer
for divine intervention.
Death taking us one by one
We were a proud people
And entire army with the
same
dying
words...
"For...... honor......"
I would live in a Capitalist country
For homework my cousin asked me to decide whether I would like to be woken in a capitalist country or a communist country. I found this rather difficult to answer. She only asked which one she did not specify when as in what time period. If I was to wake up in a communist country now it would not (in my opinion) be as good to wake up in as if I were to wake up in it say fifty or a hundred years ago.
If I were to wake up at around the beginning of communism's takeover then it would be better. If I did not work at a very high level I would make the same amount of money as everyone else! I would be able to survive without having to work very hard. Of course that does not encourage productivity but I wouldn't care. I'm sixteen I would go work at McDonalds or whatever was around back then and make the same amount of money as say a doctor.
If I were to wake up in a communist country today though.... Well I'm not even sure. Yeah people defend it all the time but I don't know enough about it to make a good decision. The only thing I know is that I would not want to wake up in one today because I would be in big trouble. I am a Christian so I would at the very least be sent away if not killed especially if I have a bible.
On the other hand though if I were to wake up say a hundred years ago in a capitalist country it would mean no school. I would have to go to work at a factory everyday. Which would be much harder than living in a communist country. Long hours, no breaks, very little money to live. I would not want to go through that. Depending on the class I was born into though I might have to.
Waking up in a capitalist country today though is different. No big factory to work in, and freedom of religion. Still though my job would depend on how much money I have for schooling. The upside to this though is that once I go to school though I will make more money to support myself. If I had to choose I would pick this one because that is kind of the country I already live in. I have nothing against the other countries but I would always choose the capitalist over the communist.
If I were to wake up at around the beginning of communism's takeover then it would be better. If I did not work at a very high level I would make the same amount of money as everyone else! I would be able to survive without having to work very hard. Of course that does not encourage productivity but I wouldn't care. I'm sixteen I would go work at McDonalds or whatever was around back then and make the same amount of money as say a doctor.
If I were to wake up in a communist country today though.... Well I'm not even sure. Yeah people defend it all the time but I don't know enough about it to make a good decision. The only thing I know is that I would not want to wake up in one today because I would be in big trouble. I am a Christian so I would at the very least be sent away if not killed especially if I have a bible.
On the other hand though if I were to wake up say a hundred years ago in a capitalist country it would mean no school. I would have to go to work at a factory everyday. Which would be much harder than living in a communist country. Long hours, no breaks, very little money to live. I would not want to go through that. Depending on the class I was born into though I might have to.
Waking up in a capitalist country today though is different. No big factory to work in, and freedom of religion. Still though my job would depend on how much money I have for schooling. The upside to this though is that once I go to school though I will make more money to support myself. If I had to choose I would pick this one because that is kind of the country I already live in. I have nothing against the other countries but I would always choose the capitalist over the communist.
Thursday, March 10, 2011
The Mother
I am a mother. The mother of an Astronaut, Explorer, Wizard, Artist, Time Traveler, and today a Knight. I am the mother of only three children the oldest being a sixteen year old girl named Blaire, a baby girl named Karen, and a five year old boy named David. I am the mother of a boy with an amazing imagination, and serious sense of trouble.
At this moment I had just sent David to his room for a time out after her went into his older sister's room without knocking. I told him not to move for five minutes then her could play again. I set the timer so that I would know when his time was up. About thirty seconds left I thought to myself as I put the last of the clothes in the red front load washing machine and pressed the start button at the top. I walked downstairs just as the timer beeped.
"David you can come out now." I called up to his room. I heard some noise and then his door open. I walked over to my pot of stew that I was making for dinner and gave it a stir. I look over to Karen who is sitting quietly in her play pen in a corner of the kitchen. She will probably get hungry soon so I decide to make a bottle of milk for her. I hear a racket upstairs and figure it is just David playing.
Moments later after I finished making the milk I leaned over my pot of stew and heard David walk in.
"Let her go evil witch!" He exclaims, I decide I will play along. I laugh and stand up all the way to look down at him. He is wearing one of his father's suit coats as a suit of armor I was guessing, he had a stick for a sword, and one of the lids to a pot for a shield. What made me laugh though was the fact that he had one of Blaire's gray bikini tops tied around his head as a helmet. Guess that was what he went into her room for.
"Bubble bubble toil and trouble." I say as I stir my pot of stew. His eyes open wide as he looks at me. Then Karen starts to cry in her play pen. Yep I was right she is hungry. I grab the bottle from behind me and walk over to her. I pick her up and give her the bottle full of milk.
"Here this will make it all better,"I say as she starts to drink and very quickly she falls asleep.
"No do not drink it! It is poison meant to kill you." David yells but she already drank it all and fell back asleep. I place her back in the play pen and turn to David.
"She is not dead, just sleeping." I say laughing, yeah sleeping a lot of princess in fairy tales do that right? Of course sleeping beauty, Snow White, the princess and the pea.....
David turns around and walks over to the freezer her reaches for the handle and finally grabs it turning to call me over. I walk over to him and he laughs.
"You should have stayed where you were because now I have the power to freeze you!" He says as he yanks on the door to the freezer opening it. The very light breeze of cool air hits me and I pretend to be frozen as he runs over to his sister.
"Princess please wake up," He says. "Please princess!"
I hear her make a noise and him go to run and grab the grey step-stool we have in the kitchen. He picks her up and runs past me to the front yard where I can hear his father pulling up in his car. I close the freezer door as I hear David exclaim my husband,
"My king I have your daughter. I saved her from the evil witch!" I laugh and stir the pot once more and go to check on my laundry. I walk up the stairs holding onto the railing with the pillars. I walk down the hallway toward David's room and see a pile of gold and gray football jerseys on the floor. They were dirty from the match David was in last week he was the goalie and did rather well for a five year old.
The pile of clothes on the floor was nothing though as I turned to look at the washing machine and dryer. Both were turned off and the washing machine had its door open with a puddle of clothes and water on the floor. I screamed and Blaire opened the door to her bedroom taking her headphones out of her ears.
"Woah mum what did you do?" She asked.
"I did not do this did you not even hear when this was happening?" I asked her in return. She shook her hear and closed her bedroom door just as my husband Alexander came running up the stairs holding Karen. I started to pick up the clothes as he explained how David slayed a dragon.
"We can't punish him for having a good imagination." My husband explained as I mopped. He was right plus it was all cleaned up now. I went back down stairs and finished making dinner which I then called the family to. David came riding in on his little stick horse still wearing all the silly clothes. He sat at the table and told me of his adventures that day. Blaire walked in and screamed.
"Why is Davie wearing my bikini top on his head?"
"Because," David explained, "I am a brave knight named Sir David John Tennant. My mates call me Davie though. I live in Paisley, Scotland and I am a hero to my people. And this," He indicates the bikini top, "is my helmet."
The End
At this moment I had just sent David to his room for a time out after her went into his older sister's room without knocking. I told him not to move for five minutes then her could play again. I set the timer so that I would know when his time was up. About thirty seconds left I thought to myself as I put the last of the clothes in the red front load washing machine and pressed the start button at the top. I walked downstairs just as the timer beeped.
"David you can come out now." I called up to his room. I heard some noise and then his door open. I walked over to my pot of stew that I was making for dinner and gave it a stir. I look over to Karen who is sitting quietly in her play pen in a corner of the kitchen. She will probably get hungry soon so I decide to make a bottle of milk for her. I hear a racket upstairs and figure it is just David playing.
Moments later after I finished making the milk I leaned over my pot of stew and heard David walk in.
"Let her go evil witch!" He exclaims, I decide I will play along. I laugh and stand up all the way to look down at him. He is wearing one of his father's suit coats as a suit of armor I was guessing, he had a stick for a sword, and one of the lids to a pot for a shield. What made me laugh though was the fact that he had one of Blaire's gray bikini tops tied around his head as a helmet. Guess that was what he went into her room for.
"Bubble bubble toil and trouble." I say as I stir my pot of stew. His eyes open wide as he looks at me. Then Karen starts to cry in her play pen. Yep I was right she is hungry. I grab the bottle from behind me and walk over to her. I pick her up and give her the bottle full of milk.
"Here this will make it all better,"I say as she starts to drink and very quickly she falls asleep.
"No do not drink it! It is poison meant to kill you." David yells but she already drank it all and fell back asleep. I place her back in the play pen and turn to David.
"She is not dead, just sleeping." I say laughing, yeah sleeping a lot of princess in fairy tales do that right? Of course sleeping beauty, Snow White, the princess and the pea.....
David turns around and walks over to the freezer her reaches for the handle and finally grabs it turning to call me over. I walk over to him and he laughs.
"You should have stayed where you were because now I have the power to freeze you!" He says as he yanks on the door to the freezer opening it. The very light breeze of cool air hits me and I pretend to be frozen as he runs over to his sister.
"Princess please wake up," He says. "Please princess!"
I hear her make a noise and him go to run and grab the grey step-stool we have in the kitchen. He picks her up and runs past me to the front yard where I can hear his father pulling up in his car. I close the freezer door as I hear David exclaim my husband,
"My king I have your daughter. I saved her from the evil witch!" I laugh and stir the pot once more and go to check on my laundry. I walk up the stairs holding onto the railing with the pillars. I walk down the hallway toward David's room and see a pile of gold and gray football jerseys on the floor. They were dirty from the match David was in last week he was the goalie and did rather well for a five year old.
The pile of clothes on the floor was nothing though as I turned to look at the washing machine and dryer. Both were turned off and the washing machine had its door open with a puddle of clothes and water on the floor. I screamed and Blaire opened the door to her bedroom taking her headphones out of her ears.
"Woah mum what did you do?" She asked.
"I did not do this did you not even hear when this was happening?" I asked her in return. She shook her hear and closed her bedroom door just as my husband Alexander came running up the stairs holding Karen. I started to pick up the clothes as he explained how David slayed a dragon.
"We can't punish him for having a good imagination." My husband explained as I mopped. He was right plus it was all cleaned up now. I went back down stairs and finished making dinner which I then called the family to. David came riding in on his little stick horse still wearing all the silly clothes. He sat at the table and told me of his adventures that day. Blaire walked in and screamed.
"Why is Davie wearing my bikini top on his head?"
"Because," David explained, "I am a brave knight named Sir David John Tennant. My mates call me Davie though. I live in Paisley, Scotland and I am a hero to my people. And this," He indicates the bikini top, "is my helmet."
The End
The Knight
I am a brave knight named Sir David John Tennant. My mates call me Davie though. I live in Paisley, Scotland and I am a hero to my people. As of now though I am stuck in a high tower of a castle, that a witch locked me in. At the moment I was trying to figure out a means of escape. I had to go and save the beautiful young princess who was trapped in the horrible dungeon below. Along the way though I would have to fight past a dragon that spewed hot water instead of fire from the depths of its mouth. As well as get past the evil sorceress undetected so as to rescue the princess, return her to her father, and claim my reward, a bag of gold.
At the moment I was stuck to the floor my eyes looking at the corner, unable to move from this spot. I had to wait a certain amount of time before I could move. I was under a spell from the enchantress she had frozen me here and I would not be able to budge until the spell wore off. I heard a distant pinging noise and a far off call saying,
"David you can come out now." As the sorceress spoke the words I felt that I could move again. She always fought this way froze you and then let you come and fight for what you wanted. I quickly ran over to the other corner of the room and picked up my suit of armor. I put it on and grabbed my helmet, making sure to cover my ears so the roars of the dragon would not deafen me, I tied it under my chin. Grabbing my sword and shield I ran to the door and opened it slowly.
The dragon was just down the corridor I could hear it's belly grumbling. I walked slowly, there were no windows in this corridor so it was dark. There was something on the floor that I did not see and I tripped. I put my arms out in front of me but to late I was in front of the dragon and had pulled its riches on top of me in my fall. I decided to hide for a moment as the dragon looked around searching for me.
It was big and red and had two giant eyes that were also its mouths, which it had two of. The eyes spun around and around looking for me. I pulled out my sword and ran at the dragon. I jumped up on top of it and it made a noise as my foot got stuck on its mouth which then opened hot water spilling out. I pulled my foot up as fast as I could and stood up on top of the dragon's back. I stabbed the dragon with my sword on the two spots that I knew to be its weak points. It once again made a noise like a chirp but then stopped moving and making noise.
I leaped down from the dragon's back onto the wet stone floor. I picked up my shield which I had not noticed that I dropped and quickly ran down the corridor to the grand stair case which led down to the dungeon where the witch was holding the princess captive. I leaped down the stairs two at a time until I came to the bottom the dungeon was just down one last corridor.
I crept around the pillar at the bottom of the staircase and made my way quietly to the entrance of the dungeons. There she was the evil sorceress standing there brewing an evil potion in her cauldron. I then caught sight of the princess she was trapped in a cage in the far corner of the dungeon.
"Let her go evil witch!" I exclaimed with my sword pointing the witch in the face. She laughed and grew to a giant size four times bigger than myself.
"Bubble bubble toil and trouble," She said as she continued to stir her cauldron. The princess let out a scream and started to cry. The witch took something from behind her and walked over to the princess and picked her up. The princess was now in her evil clutches. The witch took out a glass filled with a white liquid and handed it to the princess.
"Here this will make it all better," The witch said but I screamed something at the princess.
"No do not drink it! It is poison meant to kill you." I yelled but it was to late the princess had finished it all. She stopped her yelling and closed her eyes moving no more. The witch put her back into her prison, and turned to me.
"She is not dead, just sleeping." The witch said a chuckle in her voice. Sleeping that meant there still might be hope. I knew what to do!
I ran over to one of the walls and searched around for the handle that I knew was there. Aha I found it I called the witch over to me and she came, I laughed.
"You should have stayed where you were because now I have the power to freeze you!" I said as I pulled on the handle and cold air escaped. She yelled and stopped moving. I left the door there and ran over to the princess.
"Princess please wake up," I said. "Please princess!"
She opened her eyes and looked at me her arms reaching toward me. I grabbed a rock by the table the cauldron was on and used it to stand on. I reached down into her prison and lifted her up into my arms. She smiled and I quickly leapt down and ran to the entrance for the castle. Just as I left its door a carriage pulled up. Exiting from it was the king.
"My king I have your daughter. I saved her from the evil witch!" I exclaimed running up to him and giving him the girl who had once more fallen asleep. The king took her in his arms and smiled.
"Thank you Sir David," He said. "Here is that bag of gold I promised you." He handed me the bag full of 30 gold pieces.
"It was my pleasure sir, I killed the dragon and the witch." I said taking off my helmet.
"Oh a dragon too, well done." He said then we heard a scream from behind us back in the castle. "Say where was this dragon?"
"It was in the upstairs corridor, out from its mouth spewed hot water and it had riches surrounding it. Not to worry I defeated it." I said proudly.
The king ran past me into the castle and I knew my job was done. I saw my horse near the entrance to the castle and walked over to it. I threw my leg over its saddle and rode away knowing I had done well.
The End
At the moment I was stuck to the floor my eyes looking at the corner, unable to move from this spot. I had to wait a certain amount of time before I could move. I was under a spell from the enchantress she had frozen me here and I would not be able to budge until the spell wore off. I heard a distant pinging noise and a far off call saying,
"David you can come out now." As the sorceress spoke the words I felt that I could move again. She always fought this way froze you and then let you come and fight for what you wanted. I quickly ran over to the other corner of the room and picked up my suit of armor. I put it on and grabbed my helmet, making sure to cover my ears so the roars of the dragon would not deafen me, I tied it under my chin. Grabbing my sword and shield I ran to the door and opened it slowly.
The dragon was just down the corridor I could hear it's belly grumbling. I walked slowly, there were no windows in this corridor so it was dark. There was something on the floor that I did not see and I tripped. I put my arms out in front of me but to late I was in front of the dragon and had pulled its riches on top of me in my fall. I decided to hide for a moment as the dragon looked around searching for me.
It was big and red and had two giant eyes that were also its mouths, which it had two of. The eyes spun around and around looking for me. I pulled out my sword and ran at the dragon. I jumped up on top of it and it made a noise as my foot got stuck on its mouth which then opened hot water spilling out. I pulled my foot up as fast as I could and stood up on top of the dragon's back. I stabbed the dragon with my sword on the two spots that I knew to be its weak points. It once again made a noise like a chirp but then stopped moving and making noise.
I leaped down from the dragon's back onto the wet stone floor. I picked up my shield which I had not noticed that I dropped and quickly ran down the corridor to the grand stair case which led down to the dungeon where the witch was holding the princess captive. I leaped down the stairs two at a time until I came to the bottom the dungeon was just down one last corridor.
I crept around the pillar at the bottom of the staircase and made my way quietly to the entrance of the dungeons. There she was the evil sorceress standing there brewing an evil potion in her cauldron. I then caught sight of the princess she was trapped in a cage in the far corner of the dungeon.
"Let her go evil witch!" I exclaimed with my sword pointing the witch in the face. She laughed and grew to a giant size four times bigger than myself.
"Bubble bubble toil and trouble," She said as she continued to stir her cauldron. The princess let out a scream and started to cry. The witch took something from behind her and walked over to the princess and picked her up. The princess was now in her evil clutches. The witch took out a glass filled with a white liquid and handed it to the princess.
"Here this will make it all better," The witch said but I screamed something at the princess.
"No do not drink it! It is poison meant to kill you." I yelled but it was to late the princess had finished it all. She stopped her yelling and closed her eyes moving no more. The witch put her back into her prison, and turned to me.
"She is not dead, just sleeping." The witch said a chuckle in her voice. Sleeping that meant there still might be hope. I knew what to do!
I ran over to one of the walls and searched around for the handle that I knew was there. Aha I found it I called the witch over to me and she came, I laughed.
"You should have stayed where you were because now I have the power to freeze you!" I said as I pulled on the handle and cold air escaped. She yelled and stopped moving. I left the door there and ran over to the princess.
"Princess please wake up," I said. "Please princess!"
She opened her eyes and looked at me her arms reaching toward me. I grabbed a rock by the table the cauldron was on and used it to stand on. I reached down into her prison and lifted her up into my arms. She smiled and I quickly leapt down and ran to the entrance for the castle. Just as I left its door a carriage pulled up. Exiting from it was the king.
"My king I have your daughter. I saved her from the evil witch!" I exclaimed running up to him and giving him the girl who had once more fallen asleep. The king took her in his arms and smiled.
"Thank you Sir David," He said. "Here is that bag of gold I promised you." He handed me the bag full of 30 gold pieces.
"It was my pleasure sir, I killed the dragon and the witch." I said taking off my helmet.
"Oh a dragon too, well done." He said then we heard a scream from behind us back in the castle. "Say where was this dragon?"
"It was in the upstairs corridor, out from its mouth spewed hot water and it had riches surrounding it. Not to worry I defeated it." I said proudly.
The king ran past me into the castle and I knew my job was done. I saw my horse near the entrance to the castle and walked over to it. I threw my leg over its saddle and rode away knowing I had done well.
The End
Favorite Thing In My Room
Above my bed there is a jar of fireflies. Every night as I drift to sleep I watch them flicker and light up the room. Tonight as I look upon them, my eyes start to close, but they are opened abruptly by how much light is now in my room. I gaze up to the jar to see it full of light. I sit up and grab it in my hands, it appears as though the fireflies have multiplied and to a great number. This can not be though, the fireflies in this jar they are not alive. I take the lid off of the jar to take a closer look. As soon as it is opened they fly out, hundreds of them soar across my room. There is one left at the bottom of the jar and it flies out slowly. I reach my hand toward it and it lands upon my finger. The others come closer and land upon me. I was almost scared, but they lifted me, all of them, together.
They stared flying toward my wall. Now I was worried I had a painting upon my wall and we were going to crash into it. I closed my eyes, ready to fall onto my bed, but instead felt a breeze upon my freckled face. It was cold and sent shivers down my spine. I opened my eyes and saw that I was in a forest.
It was night and everything looked blue. The moon shone above my head bright and white. The fireflies were still carrying me flying me through this wood. It looked just like the painting in my room, only it was real. I looked below me and saw the stream all light and yellow as it rushed across the tiny hills.
The fireflies flew me down closer to the water and I reached out my hand and felt how cold it was. After I lifted my hand back up the bugs soared high. We went through the leaves of the trees and looked down at world below us. It all looked so real but then we turned around and all that was behind us was my bedroom. I looked back over my shoulder and saw this world stretch as far as my eyes could see. But as I gazed it faded away, and now was nothing but a painting on the wall of my room.
I did not have enough time to look at my room itself though before the bugs flew me again into a painting. This one was all purple I had painted it after a book that I had written. We glided through the canvas and I saw all of the majesty that was my Glass Kingdom. There was an orange river flowing through the blue grass. And before my eyes was a giant castle made entirely of glass.
The fireflies flew me into the throne room and there was a beautiful woman sitting on one of the chairs. She looked like she was made of porcelain but I knew who she was and she was not good.
"Let us leave," I whispered to the fireflies and they listened. We turned to leave just as a big man walked in and said,
"My love the children are in the mountains." They stood together and left.
The fireflies flew me away from the room and out the castle doors. We flew to the river and followed it past the forest where the elves reside, past the waterfall where the faries fly, and up to the mountains. The mountains were purple and all capped with snow. They flew me down to a blue grassy meadow where there was a cabin with five children outside of its doors.
"I know what happens now," I said to the bugs. For I did I wrote the book did I not? But they floated me down and set me on my feet. They nudged me forward so I walked.
"Alright now how about someone go and open the door,"Quentin said. I felt weird but the bug shoved me forward and I reached out my hand pushing the boy Clarence who then reached out and opened the door. The fireflies lifted me again and we soared up into the dark purple sky.
'I really am apart of my book now' I thought to myself as the fireflies flew me once more back into my room.
I expected them this time to put me down we had already had so many great adventures for the night. They did not and instead flew me into one last painting the one above my head. We were in a field of yellow flowers and they set me down. I looked at my hands and feet to notice that I was in black and white. I was wearing my white nightgown and my skin was a dull gray color. The fireflies started to spin around me and so I spun too. My dress poofing out and my hair whipping around my face I closed my eyes and smiled.
That is the way we stayed me spinning and the fireflies circling around me blending in with the yellow flowers. I opened my eyes to see my room. The paintings still on the wall and my favorite jar of four flickering fireflies still above my head
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
Unicorns, Penguins, and the Moon!
The young girl with freckles crept forward carefully, eyes shining with anticipation as she crawled through the lush vegetation. Her heart beat fast when she reached the edge of the valley, brushing aside one last fern until she had a bird's eye view of the life in the river basin before her. Her eyes grew to the size of baseballs as she finally caught sight of the animals that were the very reason for her perilous journey: unicorns.
Her small hands trembled with delight, and she seated herself on the edge of the cliff overlooking the valley of the unicorns. She reached carefully into the front pocket of her purple overalls, and withdrew a pad of paper and an green crayon.
Her tongue protruded from the gap where one of her front teeth used to be as she concentrated on immortalizing the sight before her in colored wax. Several minutes and three crumpled sketches later, the girl laid down her crayon and held up her drawing for inspection. Eyeing it critically, she scrunched up her face before breaking into a broad grin.
"Perfect!" She pronounced, folding the page carefully and placing it back into her pocket with the notebook and crayon.
She got to her feet eagerly, and turned back the way she'd come with a bounce in her step. She pursed her lips to whistle, but when no sound came out, she closed her mouth and hummed cheerfully instead.
Fighting through grass and ferns, she eventually came to a tall hedge that stretched seemingly endlessly in either direction. Undeterred, she turned to follow it, still humming merrily to herself. It wasn't long before she came to a small gap in the foliage, and sank to her knees beside it with a satisfied grin.
"Here it is!" She announced to no one in particular before placing her hands on the ground and squirming eagerly into the hole. The greenery was so thick that the leaves choked out the sunlight entirely and formed a sort of tunnel within the hedge. Unconcerned, she wiggled forward, eventually emerging on the other side.
She giggled delightedly, burying her hands in the fluffy white powder coating the ground.
"Snow!" She squealed, flopping down and enthusiastically waving her limbs to carve an angel into the frozen ground.
Still laughing, she sprang up, scooping up handfuls of snow and throwing it into the air, only to shriek with glee and cold as it rained down on her again. Eventually, she started forward once more, shuffling her feet to form a trail in the fresh powder. She crested a small ridge and was about to begin her descent when she heard a disgruntled squawk from behind her.
She turned to see a short, squat bird waddling in her direction, flapping its wings uselessly against its tuxedoed breast.
"A penguin!" She gasped, mouth gaping at the sight of this odd little bird.
The penguin sauntered up to her, blinking rapidly as it stared at her with its head cocked to one side. Abruptly, it squawked once more, and threw itself down the hill, gliding smoothly along the snow on its stomach until it reached the end of the ice and plopped into the ocean a short distance away.
The green eyed girl turned around again to see a long line of penguins eyeing her curiously as they shuffled toward the hill in the track that she had made with her feet. She giggled with delight, plopping herself down in the snow and pulling out her notebook again, this time selecting a blue crayon.
The crayon moved furiously against the paper as penguin after penguin disappeared into the ocean before her.
With a self-satisfied nod, and an emphatic "Just right!", She once again tucked the paper and crayon into her pocket. The last penguin slid past, and then the girl gave a shout of joy and threw herself down after it.
She closed her eyes as the wind whipped through her hair, and her smile widened with each passing second. She picked up speed, sliding faster and faster down the hill until it felt like she was flying, and then suddenly the ground dropped away from beneath her and she opened her eyes to find that she was!
She soared over the ocean with outstretched arms, studying the water that churned with frolicking birds until it grew too small to see, and she found herself speeding through the stars.
"Hello, Moon!" She called as she approached, and laughed to hear her own greeting echoing back to her in the emptiness of space.
Her feet landed softly in the dust of the moon, and he tilted her head back to admire the stars. Almost of their own accord, her fingers found the thick pad of paper and a yellow crayon, and she sat to capture proof of her latest adventure.
She had just moved to safely store away her artwork when she heard a distant voice calling her name.
"Amelia!"
Eagerly, she got to her feet and launched herself once more into space.
"Amelia, it's time for dinner!" the voice announced as she neared Earth.
"Coming, Mama!" She answered, swooping beneath the clouds to finally land in a small, fenced-in backyard belonging to an even smaller suburban bungalow.
A tired looking woman with shoulder length blonde hair appeared at the back door, a smile transforming her face as she looked down at her daughter. "So what did you all see today?" she asked her daughter.
Amelia leapt forward, almost tripping over the large cardboard box she had so carefully labelled Imagination Station as she ran toward her mother. "I met unicorns, Mama!" She shouted, brandishing her drawings as she raced to her side. "And me and some penguins went sliding in the snow! And I went to the moon!"
Her mother took the drawings, ushering her daughter inside and carefully admiring each page before crossing to a refrigerator that was nearly covered with crayon artwork, and adding them to the collage.
"That's wonderful, Amelia," she told her, helping her onto her chair before taking her seat at their worn table.
"Tomorrow, I'm gonna drive a race-car!" Amelia announced, bouncing up and down in her chair. "You can come with me Mama, if you promise to wear your seatbelt!"
She laughed, and ruffled Amelia's red hair fondly. "You know Amelia," she told her, "I just might do that."
Her small hands trembled with delight, and she seated herself on the edge of the cliff overlooking the valley of the unicorns. She reached carefully into the front pocket of her purple overalls, and withdrew a pad of paper and an green crayon.
Her tongue protruded from the gap where one of her front teeth used to be as she concentrated on immortalizing the sight before her in colored wax. Several minutes and three crumpled sketches later, the girl laid down her crayon and held up her drawing for inspection. Eyeing it critically, she scrunched up her face before breaking into a broad grin.
"Perfect!" She pronounced, folding the page carefully and placing it back into her pocket with the notebook and crayon.
She got to her feet eagerly, and turned back the way she'd come with a bounce in her step. She pursed her lips to whistle, but when no sound came out, she closed her mouth and hummed cheerfully instead.
Fighting through grass and ferns, she eventually came to a tall hedge that stretched seemingly endlessly in either direction. Undeterred, she turned to follow it, still humming merrily to herself. It wasn't long before she came to a small gap in the foliage, and sank to her knees beside it with a satisfied grin.
"Here it is!" She announced to no one in particular before placing her hands on the ground and squirming eagerly into the hole. The greenery was so thick that the leaves choked out the sunlight entirely and formed a sort of tunnel within the hedge. Unconcerned, she wiggled forward, eventually emerging on the other side.
She giggled delightedly, burying her hands in the fluffy white powder coating the ground.
"Snow!" She squealed, flopping down and enthusiastically waving her limbs to carve an angel into the frozen ground.
Still laughing, she sprang up, scooping up handfuls of snow and throwing it into the air, only to shriek with glee and cold as it rained down on her again. Eventually, she started forward once more, shuffling her feet to form a trail in the fresh powder. She crested a small ridge and was about to begin her descent when she heard a disgruntled squawk from behind her.
She turned to see a short, squat bird waddling in her direction, flapping its wings uselessly against its tuxedoed breast.
"A penguin!" She gasped, mouth gaping at the sight of this odd little bird.
The penguin sauntered up to her, blinking rapidly as it stared at her with its head cocked to one side. Abruptly, it squawked once more, and threw itself down the hill, gliding smoothly along the snow on its stomach until it reached the end of the ice and plopped into the ocean a short distance away.
The green eyed girl turned around again to see a long line of penguins eyeing her curiously as they shuffled toward the hill in the track that she had made with her feet. She giggled with delight, plopping herself down in the snow and pulling out her notebook again, this time selecting a blue crayon.
The crayon moved furiously against the paper as penguin after penguin disappeared into the ocean before her.
With a self-satisfied nod, and an emphatic "Just right!", She once again tucked the paper and crayon into her pocket. The last penguin slid past, and then the girl gave a shout of joy and threw herself down after it.
She closed her eyes as the wind whipped through her hair, and her smile widened with each passing second. She picked up speed, sliding faster and faster down the hill until it felt like she was flying, and then suddenly the ground dropped away from beneath her and she opened her eyes to find that she was!
She soared over the ocean with outstretched arms, studying the water that churned with frolicking birds until it grew too small to see, and she found herself speeding through the stars.
"Hello, Moon!" She called as she approached, and laughed to hear her own greeting echoing back to her in the emptiness of space.
Her feet landed softly in the dust of the moon, and he tilted her head back to admire the stars. Almost of their own accord, her fingers found the thick pad of paper and a yellow crayon, and she sat to capture proof of her latest adventure.
She had just moved to safely store away her artwork when she heard a distant voice calling her name.
"Amelia!"
Eagerly, she got to her feet and launched herself once more into space.
"Amelia, it's time for dinner!" the voice announced as she neared Earth.
"Coming, Mama!" She answered, swooping beneath the clouds to finally land in a small, fenced-in backyard belonging to an even smaller suburban bungalow.
A tired looking woman with shoulder length blonde hair appeared at the back door, a smile transforming her face as she looked down at her daughter. "So what did you all see today?" she asked her daughter.
Amelia leapt forward, almost tripping over the large cardboard box she had so carefully labelled Imagination Station as she ran toward her mother. "I met unicorns, Mama!" She shouted, brandishing her drawings as she raced to her side. "And me and some penguins went sliding in the snow! And I went to the moon!"
Her mother took the drawings, ushering her daughter inside and carefully admiring each page before crossing to a refrigerator that was nearly covered with crayon artwork, and adding them to the collage.
"That's wonderful, Amelia," she told her, helping her onto her chair before taking her seat at their worn table.
"Tomorrow, I'm gonna drive a race-car!" Amelia announced, bouncing up and down in her chair. "You can come with me Mama, if you promise to wear your seatbelt!"
She laughed, and ruffled Amelia's red hair fondly. "You know Amelia," she told her, "I just might do that."
If I had a magic tree what kind of tree would it be
Once upon a time, in the center of the world there stood a giant tree that towered past the mountains and the clouds and even the stars. The roots of this tree stretched across the bottom of the ocean and twisted and turned beneath the surface of all the lands. Though the tree bore no fruit, it was connected to every living plant in the fields surrounding it.
In a village close to the mighty trunk of the tree lived a little girl who’d seen her first chick hatch in the spring and built her first snowman in the winter. She was a playful little girl with hair red as flames, and every day she would go to the tree and she would sing. Around her the singing would echo as it came and arose from every plant every flower in the field. Sometimes she and her friends would sing together or listen to music as they would drift to sleep and the tree would show them so many colors.
One day her and one of her friends sit down after a short scan of the field. She pulls a bag across from her shoulder, searching for a source of music it as it dragged its way round her. She takes out a item; it's an mp3 player. As she sifts through the endless list of tracks her friend slides himself down into a more comfortable position beside her. Hitting play she lays back to join him, and the magic starts...
The first few notes of the song escape from her speakers and fall around them like the first drops before a summer downpour. She turns her head to the sky, the first few notes flow across filling the deep blue above them. They breath deeply and start to sing, now drawing their attention to the planes soaring way above which leave behind their cloudy trails; criss-crossing each over randomly, like the roads of a busy city. The air traffic begins to clear and she closes her eyes lost in the song. They begin to float above riding upon the wing of a plane way up high, looking down on the cities and busy people, with hardly a care in the world. The song drifts on, and they open their eyes to look at the field of flowers surrounding them the colors changing and the flowers swaying as the music plays and they sing magical words.
A new song starts like a fresh dream, painting over the colors of the old one. Each melodic dip creates new shades of color across the once still field. Her eyes follow the flow of the colors, moving across the flowers only to then suddenly leap up and grab her friend's hand as they sing and dance to a song for children. As they dance along laughing and singing the tree's branches move with them every skip the tree moved its branches. The music flowed all around the field and as they skipped along the flowers started flying around them in a whirl of color.
They jump. The new sounds, much more upbeat, throw them from my their dancing. Standing still their eyes flicker to catch a bird flock as it gushes from the tree to fill the atmosphere with their airborne acrobatics. She strains to keep my focus on one continuous bird as they dart past each other too quickly to follow. Their similarities making it much more difficult to keep track of one specific bird among the group. The birds begin to tweet and sing, the tree amplifying it and making it into a beautiful song.
Gasping, they rub their eyes, amazed at what they are seeing. A rainbow; the largest and brightest ever seen strung out across the patchy blue yonder. The colors and moods harmonizing with those of the blue sky and murky cloud alike. Contrasting only with the diagonal stripes, still lingering after the long departed planes, running against the arch of colors. They lay amongst the dancing flowers breathless, smiling up at the splendor of the atmosphere. Studying the rainbow's colors, she drifts into a hum and beams back at the sky once again as colors fade into a deep purple, engulfing the burnt orange aura of the setting sun. The evening stars just breaking through she velvet sky, still tinted with the rainbows colors, tattoo-ed with silhouettes of the tree's magical branches and birds encrusted with diamonds of dew, that reflect the colors of the evenings stars. They look around, enjoying all the views one last time: the sky; in all its beauty, the crickets; their light whistles now adding to the symphony, in tune with the music, the pale blue of the far eastern horizon; a contrast against the deep amber of the west, the beautiful flowers as they sway and move and make the song become their wind.
They walk back to the tree and lean against its trunk. They find that the music on the little girl's mp3 player had stopped long ago. But as they drifted off to sleep they music continued coming from the tree and the flowers in a sweet lullaby. The branches of the tree enveloped them both in a hug lifting them into their branches high above the ground. The leaves from those branches wrapped around them like a blanket. The last of the music fading as they drifted to sleep.
I awoke in my bed, arose and crossed to the window. I looked out across my backyard at the flowers that covered the lawn. I looked at the big tree and remembered when I was a child dancing in the field with the magical tree. My friend and I would see the tiny little sparrows and thought them giant flocks of birds. The music that surrounded us as we danced and played. Then there was falling asleep and being held by the branches. We did indeed fall asleep but it was our parents arms are the ones that would hold us and carry us in to cover us with a blanket as we fell asleep. Our giant magic tree, the tree that played music, that swayed and reached across the entire world. The tree that everyone loved because everyone had one. Our magic tree is the tree of imagination the best magic of all.
In a village close to the mighty trunk of the tree lived a little girl who’d seen her first chick hatch in the spring and built her first snowman in the winter. She was a playful little girl with hair red as flames, and every day she would go to the tree and she would sing. Around her the singing would echo as it came and arose from every plant every flower in the field. Sometimes she and her friends would sing together or listen to music as they would drift to sleep and the tree would show them so many colors.
One day her and one of her friends sit down after a short scan of the field. She pulls a bag across from her shoulder, searching for a source of music it as it dragged its way round her. She takes out a item; it's an mp3 player. As she sifts through the endless list of tracks her friend slides himself down into a more comfortable position beside her. Hitting play she lays back to join him, and the magic starts...
The first few notes of the song escape from her speakers and fall around them like the first drops before a summer downpour. She turns her head to the sky, the first few notes flow across filling the deep blue above them. They breath deeply and start to sing, now drawing their attention to the planes soaring way above which leave behind their cloudy trails; criss-crossing each over randomly, like the roads of a busy city. The air traffic begins to clear and she closes her eyes lost in the song. They begin to float above riding upon the wing of a plane way up high, looking down on the cities and busy people, with hardly a care in the world. The song drifts on, and they open their eyes to look at the field of flowers surrounding them the colors changing and the flowers swaying as the music plays and they sing magical words.
A new song starts like a fresh dream, painting over the colors of the old one. Each melodic dip creates new shades of color across the once still field. Her eyes follow the flow of the colors, moving across the flowers only to then suddenly leap up and grab her friend's hand as they sing and dance to a song for children. As they dance along laughing and singing the tree's branches move with them every skip the tree moved its branches. The music flowed all around the field and as they skipped along the flowers started flying around them in a whirl of color.
They jump. The new sounds, much more upbeat, throw them from my their dancing. Standing still their eyes flicker to catch a bird flock as it gushes from the tree to fill the atmosphere with their airborne acrobatics. She strains to keep my focus on one continuous bird as they dart past each other too quickly to follow. Their similarities making it much more difficult to keep track of one specific bird among the group. The birds begin to tweet and sing, the tree amplifying it and making it into a beautiful song.
Gasping, they rub their eyes, amazed at what they are seeing. A rainbow; the largest and brightest ever seen strung out across the patchy blue yonder. The colors and moods harmonizing with those of the blue sky and murky cloud alike. Contrasting only with the diagonal stripes, still lingering after the long departed planes, running against the arch of colors. They lay amongst the dancing flowers breathless, smiling up at the splendor of the atmosphere. Studying the rainbow's colors, she drifts into a hum and beams back at the sky once again as colors fade into a deep purple, engulfing the burnt orange aura of the setting sun. The evening stars just breaking through she velvet sky, still tinted with the rainbows colors, tattoo-ed with silhouettes of the tree's magical branches and birds encrusted with diamonds of dew, that reflect the colors of the evenings stars. They look around, enjoying all the views one last time: the sky; in all its beauty, the crickets; their light whistles now adding to the symphony, in tune with the music, the pale blue of the far eastern horizon; a contrast against the deep amber of the west, the beautiful flowers as they sway and move and make the song become their wind.
They walk back to the tree and lean against its trunk. They find that the music on the little girl's mp3 player had stopped long ago. But as they drifted off to sleep they music continued coming from the tree and the flowers in a sweet lullaby. The branches of the tree enveloped them both in a hug lifting them into their branches high above the ground. The leaves from those branches wrapped around them like a blanket. The last of the music fading as they drifted to sleep.
I awoke in my bed, arose and crossed to the window. I looked out across my backyard at the flowers that covered the lawn. I looked at the big tree and remembered when I was a child dancing in the field with the magical tree. My friend and I would see the tiny little sparrows and thought them giant flocks of birds. The music that surrounded us as we danced and played. Then there was falling asleep and being held by the branches. We did indeed fall asleep but it was our parents arms are the ones that would hold us and carry us in to cover us with a blanket as we fell asleep. Our giant magic tree, the tree that played music, that swayed and reached across the entire world. The tree that everyone loved because everyone had one. Our magic tree is the tree of imagination the best magic of all.
In the beginning
Dear Internet,
Well I have another blog but it is only for cooking. This one is going to be for writing, I am creating it because my cousin who is also my English teacher asked me to. I will be posting both assignments from her, which you are welcome to read, and my own writing adventures. So here it goes this is just the beginning and so sit back and enjoy!
Sincerely,
Linette Soberay
Well I have another blog but it is only for cooking. This one is going to be for writing, I am creating it because my cousin who is also my English teacher asked me to. I will be posting both assignments from her, which you are welcome to read, and my own writing adventures. So here it goes this is just the beginning and so sit back and enjoy!
Sincerely,
Linette Soberay
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