I Have Loved the Sparrow
I have loved the sparrow
So small, so weak;
Cupped him in my hand,
Soothed his frightened,
Tremulous voice,
Taught him to mount the skies
Afraid no longer.
I have loved the sparrow
So small, so weak;
Cupped him in my hand,
Soothed his frightened,
Tremulous voice,
Taught him to mount the skies
Afraid no longer.
I just finished watching a video entitled "The War on Humans" from the Discovery Institute (a video you can watch for free on the web). Somewhere around the time when the narrator mentioned law schools training future lawyers to protect animal rights so that they could rise up and sue cattle ranchers for slavery, I found myself laughing. Scenes more ridiculous than the pious speeches of Animal Farms's Squealer came into mind. It went on to mention plant rights and the 'dignity of plants.' Can anyone possibly think that this is a serious threat in society?
Sometime in May:
I watched him hobble across the room like an old man.
“Did you run today?” asked mum, her voice filled with concern.
“Ran 10kms around the base.” He answered.
“Do you really think you should be running with your back like this?” My eyes darted back and forth between the two.”
“It doesn’t hurt while I’m running, it’s fine.” His tone of voice ended the conversation.
“But otherwise you’re walking like an old man,” muttered mum, in a voice only audible enough for me to hear as she left the kitchen.
1. You know you're obsessed with the Lord of the Rings when you have 2000 or more pictures of Frodo saved to you computer...
2. When dream about living in the Shire and Lothlorien and Valinor and Rivendell all at the same time...
3. When you have about 5000 pictures of Elf/Hobbit dresses you want to make...
4. When you actually make all of them...
5. When you beg your brother to buy fabric so that you can make him a Frodo costume...
6. When you end up getting your mom to buy that fabric that you lack so you can make it...
Three hours later, Bart woke up.
“Savadra's not very happy with you.” I told him. “Well, to be honest, I don't think anyone is right now. Except for Wulv, maybe.”
“Where are we?” His voice was hoarse.
“Back at the orchard. Wulv led your thugs right to us. Only he says they're not your thugs anymore and...after today, I'm inclined to believe him.”
“Captain?” Wulv whispered hopefully.
Bart attempted to move his head in the direction of his soldier's voice but cringed and stopped. “Wulv, my boy; don't ever do that again.”
Grey Skies
Bright grey sky,
Looking up to see,
I'm not alone,
In this great big world,
It's not only me.
Flying metal machines,
Whiz on by,
Hundreds of people,
Looking out,
At the bright grey sky
And the blur,
That is earth,
Far below.
Raw
Raw
Bright red soft skin
Metal rubs
Stinging
Painful yet satisfactory
Skin peels away
Red and irritated
Burning sensation
Raw
“Sir Edward the Brave!” the page announced as the aforementioned person entered the throne room, bowing low. He was unquestionably an impressive person, with his armor and long sword hanging on his belt. The king rose and stepped forward.
“Welcome to our kingdom. Be sure that thou art welcome in our palace. I trust that thou understandest our reason for thy presence?”
“Yea, even so, your majesty. I have been told there was an enemy to fight. There is no enemy too large for me.”
I.
How you tilted your head skyward
and the sun filtered
over your freckles
I've never had such a
beautiful day.
II.
How I have loved you
with every step you have taken
even when the breathing
got to be too much for you
How I have forgiven you
when you have brought me down
with your tight jaw and sometimes
self involved disposition
How I have missed all the good days
but they are gone and we won't
get them back
that's okay.
Hello. My name is Eugene Marcus MacCrimmon; I’m usually just called “Gene”. My adventures all started one evening when I was in my living room, reading the news. I had just moved into the home and was unaware of all the dangers that lurked within; until that evening.
As I was reading the news, I heard a scuffling noise underneath my recliner; had the room been loud, the noise would have gone unnoticed. But the room was deathly silent, and every little noise sounded a hundred times louder than it really was.