Tuesday, October 1, 2013

Where I am from... Poem by Cardinal

                              I’m from the small beige house
                              On the oval street.
                              I’m from the green hills with
                              Many trees.
                              I’m from reading, playing games,
                              And family time.
                              I’m from the responsibility
                              For my little sister.
                              I’m from the busy family,
                              Going everywhere.
                              I’m from the evil panda king,
                              A very funny father.
                              I’m from the panda theory,
                              And the blue, blue, blue!
                              I’m from many flowers,
                              Well, mostly just grass.
                               I’m from Dani, James,
                               And little L.
                               I’m from my own world,
                               Visiting it ever so often.
                                I’m from great friends,
                                And the ladybug tribe.
                                I’m from a life,
                                That I couldn’t live better.      

Thursday, March 7, 2013

Jade Dragon by Hummingbird

Thousands of years ago, in ancient China, a Jade Dragon attacked a village. Growling menacingly, she set the village on fire. She destroyed the village and stayed near the ruins. Days passed, and the area became colder. She decided to leave. After days of flying she came to a small village. She was afraid that the villagers would attack her, so she flew on to find shelter. Instead, she came across a large village, the village of the water dragon. There were many guards. They were scared of her. They started to shoot arrows at her. One hit her in the side. She ripped the arrow out, lighting it on fire. She threw it away. Looking around, she saw the water dragon coming at her. She growled at the water dragon. The water dragon breathed jade fire at her. The Jade Dragon snapping her razor sharp teeth at the water dragon. Suddenly, she sees someone coming. “The wizards,” she gasps. She runs at them. They lift her off the ground and drop her. She falls. Before landing she hovers off of the ground, breathing fire. They deflect it, sending the wave of fire away from them. She flies towards them, landing on one. The wizard panics, sending out a random magic burst. The Jade Dragon is turned to stone.

Never knowing what she did
The End.

Thursday, February 21, 2013

Annabead String by Swift


she cut her own hair she made her own clothes
where she went in the afternoon nobody knows
unless she has to she doesn’t speak
the other girls whisper and call her a freak
though others were mean to her she never showed hate
and though everyone is special she was something great
you could always tell she was thinking but never what about
she always had flowing ideas when others had drought
she always had a peaceful smile on her face
she showed intelligence elegance beauty grace

Sunday, February 10, 2013

The Dragon of Water

Once upon a time there was a very beautiful stream. In this stream lived the dragon of water. Every day the dragon went to the village near her stream and filled the well. One day she saw a jade dragon burning the village down. She was able to delay the jade dragon and the wizards fought the jade dragon then turned the jade dragon into a statue. While the villagers cheered for the wizards, the dragon filled the well and went back to her stream.

THE END

Story by Cardinal

Pine Tree

Photo by BlueJay