Scenerio 1It was dawn in the clearing. Rain fell heavily in silvery sheets across the grassy ground, dripping down my face and painting small, damp spots on my clothing. In all directions, I could see the land gradually turn into the forest of pines and spruce that surrounded me. Their pointed needles protruded in all directions from their branches, the raindrops on them reflected the dim light seeping from the hidden sun. I knew that our camp was set up only a couple hundred yards into it, three tents, the color of the trees, the supplies hidden. It was deserted at the moment. Everyone from the resistance had gone into Tribeth to buy more food and get any repairs done on their weapons. I left Cyrid in charge, deciding not to go. I wasnt going to waste the rain.The morning was silent, except for the quiet pattering of the downpour. I was sitting in the thick grass, the blades long and tangled together. I stretched my arms down to touch the ground with my fingertips, brushing th
The Golden ShipI want to sail the western seas-A golden ship that rows with ease.Mightnt there be a strong, fair breezeTo fill the sails on carved pine trees?Mightnt my ship sail current fast-Sure the waves dont break the mast.And, today, full sail well cast!With food and drink twelve months will last!Mightnt my ship have violet sails-And a flag that droops when our hearts wail?And oughtnt the sharks stay from our tail?And our chins to the sunset if we fail!And sailing in our golden ark-We willingly journey into the dark.And on our map every adventure we markFrom fighting sea serpents to shooing a lark!For our enemies we may be bait-Or face an even greater fate.If our pride will lead us straight!Until that death, or victory, we wait.But when we finally fulfill our quest,Or when we have done our best-We turn our rudder to the west-The sailors return to their homes to rest-And return to the seas next year with zest!
TimeThe foe of allThe home of plightIs dreadful whenNot treated rightOn victims, trodEncase in grimeAnd trap uponThe bank of timeNo Time, you wearyRun becauseMad Time will grab youIn its clawsPlan out the day,The week, the yearTo escape the savageDread of FearThe times fast speedOr times slow crawlCan be helpful orThe fear of allA speedy rideOr slow pursueRough or simpleA fate you chose
Wild is CallingThe call of the wild comes from oceans and seas,Their language rides winds with simplicity and ease,And mountains higher than your eyes can reach,Call imperial lessons that no one can teach .The whispers winds murmur throughout the day,Few will ever know what they say,and wishes coyotes howl tonight,is to be free as that's their right.The call of the wild comes from deserts and plains,Their simple, small secrets run down with the rain,when flowers blossom the time is right,to run and scream with all your might,to race with rabbits, like lions you roar.but not to learn there secrets for,you need understanding in a special way,or wilds secrets are known to stay.
The UniverseThe ghastly mass of open spaceThe planets and the suns bright face;A chance that one might take.I look up with promise then,Travel there and back again;Among the moonlights wake.The solar winds under golden wings,The warmth that only sunlight bringsLuminosity of the stars.The path that only furtune fliesAnd even towers stretching up high,Cannot reach so far.A certain hope tied deep within,From the time the trip begins;A place with which we are blessed,So I conclude that space is wide;Contains the things that God providesAnd unpredictable emptiness.
Letter from my BookCaleb,I dont know what to think. I suppose that in every world there's someone who doesn't quite fit in. Someone who is so much smarter than everyone else in the ways of viewing humanity, that no human could know-- much less understand it if they did.For people are often too afraid to express what they believe, but it only weakens their faith and will to believe it. The people who they really are can be that better person they have obliviously banned from showing in them, and they fail to see that it is not a weakness to bring this person forth, but a weakness to keep it deep inside and let it die there.Sometimes we can be as bad as they are-- We decide something and believe it, holding it so dear to us that we fail to see the real thing. But what if that one person, the only one who is so intelligent and all knowing about the things that lie ahead and behind, was
you?The future doesn't scare me
Its the past I'm worried about. I have come to conclude that the