Author's Note: I found out about second person from reading Writing Magic by Gail Carson Levine (BTW, anybody should definitely read it!) It's a very interesting point of view. Oh yeah, and sorry it's so short! First attempt at second person =D Hope y'all like it!
The Party Tree is in blossom
The grass is fresh, under the star full sky
Night hath fallen upon the Shire
Tents do stand alighted by lamps
Food is piled upon the tables
Smoke curls up from the supper
And Hobbits eat their fill
Hobbits dance, and weave around
Their faces beam with light of laughter
The music plays, and fills the air
The moon is glowing as it gleams down
The fireworks sprout out from the darkness
Their sparkling colors brighten the night
They spread out into spears and trees
No I did not steal this from who ever it was that wrote the other one like this. This is purely my own creation.
There they go, do you see them there?
They walk so lightly as if on air.
There they go in their silent prancing,
On the go for their midnight dancing.
There they are, I see them now.
The ladies curtsey, and the men bow.
Instead of feet, they dance with wings.
The flutes start to play; a single voice sings.
I will say this once,
and one time only,
so if you wish to know,
please listen closely
These are the things
that I love the most
from sea to sea
and coast to coast:
I love books and birds,
and bushy-tailed squirrels,
I love funny words,
and hair that curls
I love lobsters and all
the creatures of the sea
I love summer and fall
and the flowers and trees
I love sketchpads and art
and dark chocolate,
I love feeling smart,
and candles when lit
Today I fought a dragon--
I fought it!
And then I caught the dragon--
Yes, yes, I caught it!
Sound the trumpets,
have a parade,
reward me with crumpets and lemonade!
Becuase I fought a dragon!
The dragon was big and mean,
his scales were shiny and green,
but then I fought him,
and then I caught him!
Throw me a ball
here at the palace
for I rid the kingdom of all evil and malice!
When I fought the dragon!
Three men in history, Karl Marx, Max Weber, and Emile Durkheim, were known as the founding fathers of Sociology. Though from different time periods, their ideas reflected one another and showed great progression in Social Science.
Love is born in gentle breeze
come to blow through silent leaves
stirring round, all things still
by the power of His will
Love is born in soft cool earth
for the seeds to break, give birth
now to aim for higher things
to the sky they stretch, for wings
Love is born in depth of blue
close, the sky bends over you
now it bursts with brighter joy
for that little baby boy
Love is born in waving grass
silver green, and so to pass
touch his garment, let him ask
for his glance to you is cast
The sea is sad and gray, my friends,
It greets me with a tear;
Its mournful company it lends,
For nearly half a year.
Aboard this ship I stay, my friends,
Save for the days at dock;
How many hours on land depends:
I have to watch the clock.
The waves do sadly roll, my friends,
Each laps a lonely tongue;
The misty air – its raining wrends
A thousand songs, unsung.
Away from sea, below, my friends,
I learn about the ship,
And trace the power the engine sends;
I know which switch to flip.
Nightly chorus, around us sing
Crickets and others
Chirp through the night
Under a white light
A moon of blinding brightness
Pale grey craters
The moon does bear
Blushing clouds
Gather around
Far off stars
Silver glittering specks
In a midnight sky
Dark in blue
Cover as dome
Above music at night
Can the sun fade like a morning star?
Can I grow weaker in a wisp of the wind?
Can the moon rise grasping nothing
In the glance of The Lord?
Can the wood creak, breaking its limbs?
Can the sea rise, and sail back into the depths?
Can life spring like rain from the sky?
In the gaze of The Lord?
Can the warrior strike against steel like water?
Can the fire flare and fall to ashes?
Can the light burn, but fall into blackness
In the sight of The Lord?