Blue Can Be Shy
Wednesday, February 27, 2013
Friday, February 22, 2013
After 200 full moons I Die
I remember what my mother had told me about
The snow was piling up to my cheast and the cold blizzard pounded agaist my face. This winter was going to be rough. My fur was covered in sprinkles of snow and my cold black nose looked dim and numb. I stopped and looked around me at the snow covered trees and fields and knew that it would take a long time to get across Alaska.
The snow was piling up to my cheast and the cold blizzard pounded agaist my face. This winter was going to be rough. My fur was covered in sprinkles of snow and my cold black nose looked dim and numb. I stopped and looked around me at the snow covered trees and fields and knew that it would take a long time to get across Alaska.
The Wolf
I gathered all my
strength, howled
my last howl at
bright full
moon...and died.
now I feel
happy
as I look
down on my beatiful silver
body lying still in the
tall golden grass.
strength, howled
my last howl at
bright full
moon...and died.
now I feel
happy
as I look
down on my beatiful silver
body lying still in the
tall golden grass.
Wednesday, February 20, 2013
Thursday, February 14, 2013
Valentine Day Poem
Tick, Tock, Tick, tock says the clock. Bong the Clock strikes twelve and cupid comes out like a little elve. It's Valentine's Day Hurry, Hurray! It's Valentine's Day. Yay! <3
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Thursday, February 7, 2013
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I heard the bag pipes play as I walked through the foggy streets of Dublin. I was mornin[g] for my Katie who was on her way to Scottland. Katie was my best freind. I was worried for her be cause to get from Ireland to Scottland you had to pass Loc ness. You do know about nessy don't you. The Loc Ness Monster. Aye, a young lad told me that him and his friend had gone a swimin thare' an had seen em' with thare' own eyes an his friend never came back. But in a way I feel glad for Katie cause nessy in't the only mystical bein boarder'n Ireland and Scottland. For runin wild through the forests be the enchanted Unicorns. Just when your think'n your safe, the glitery emrald woods turns nauty on ya. The noises grow loud, yar heart thumps fast, you hear hoof beats an somethin sound'n like a sowrd fight. The Unicorns are come'n to get you out a thare kingdom.
Now we have our little conamara ponies born from the unicorns. But after the poines were born few uni's ware born an the one's that ware, are here. But now as I walk here in the fog I look over the shops an at the mountains I see white blobs with golden swords stick'n out glisten'n in the risin sun.
Now we have our little conamara ponies born from the unicorns. But after the poines were born few uni's ware born an the one's that ware, are here. But now as I walk here in the fog I look over the shops an at the mountains I see white blobs with golden swords stick'n out glisten'n in the risin sun.
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