Fit the Fifth: Percival

Submitted by Hannah W. on Mon, 02/02/2009 - 18:54

Meanwhile, across the grassy green hills
the Pirate was walking alone
'cept for his net and his pistol, and small mountain rills
that would pinch him and make him groan.

He shooed them away just as the wind got worse
and snatched his black hat off his head,
and in his frustration he yelled his worst curse:
"Dumb onion-snout!" he said.

And then, looking up, he saw the dark clouds
gathering right over head,
and since there was no one for miles around
he let himself shiver with dread.

Warrior's Creed: Part 2

Submitted by Lorraine on Mon, 02/02/2009 - 14:40

Rain misted down from the heavens and soaked into Spencer’s clothes and ran down his face. His brown hair was pasted to his skull by the moisture and his trousers and shirt clung to his skin uncomfortably. Redhawk’s hooves came down onto the now muddy road with a plop! noise, splattering muck up onto Spencer’s legs.

On Bloody Battlefields and Beaches

Submitted by Kyleigh on Mon, 02/02/2009 - 09:17
--- A tribute to my Great-Grandfather, and all of those who fought alongside him on bloody battlefields and beaches during WWII ---
Daddy, where are you? With my cry in the night, No dad by my bed, gone to war, mama said. 78th division, you said to me, Told me about your big gun, Far across the wide grey sea. Daddy, don’t get killed please!
I miss you dad, come home again to Springfield. Your letters to this boy can’t replace your love Where is Belgium, dad? Is the enemy there? The twins want to know, daddy, When you will be home again.

Story Land

Submitted by Johanna on Mon, 02/02/2009 - 01:22

To read a book is travel swift
For though you sit, as in a trance,
The mind can journey far away
To Russia, England, Spain, and France.
The villains rush to make you pay
While you refuse to shift your stance.
Or you, yourself are in the fray,
Endeav'ring to halt the foe's advance.

Storm

Submitted by Johanna on Mon, 02/02/2009 - 01:09

When upon an evening late
I see the icy weather fey,
Striving still to penetrate
The warmth of my abode.

Like the mighty Iron Horse
Roaring down the track,
The wind screams 'round the corners,
To pierce each niche and crack.

Yet though the rain does not abate
There lies a pleasant feeling.
For wind and rain are in the cold,
While I am by the fire, reading.

As the World Goes By

Submitted by Johanna on Mon, 02/02/2009 - 00:41

Through many years of change I've stood,
Seeing many creatures live and die.
Yet I'm dissatisfied and sigh
To sprout wings like eagles and fly.
But as I'm a tree of the wood,
I must watch all the world go by.

I have seen children grow from babes,
Now grown, with children of their own.
I've heard my dear friends moan and groan,
Crashing to earth, forever gone
Without a farewell or goodbye.
But still I watch the world go by.

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