A poem of lightning
It's forked tounge licked the earth,
It's stomach rumbled low and feirce,
Little children screamed and hid,
Afraid of what would happen to what next was desired,
In spite of its full ugly girth,
The greedy thing longed for fear,
Then a prayer was spoken so to get rid,
Of the frightning roar and tounge of fire.
A gust of wind-a puff of cloud,
Brought forth the sun,
On earth it smiled,
God blessed the children who gathered near,
He blessed the babies and got rid of the sound,
But God, He held dear the one,
Who prayed, cast out, and defiled,
The evil known to us as fear.
A poem of books
Oh the pages of a book!
For adventure, not far will you have to look,
For love, flip two pages more,
For sadness go the the books center, its core,
Get another book for tales,
Of kings, and queens, and peasnts wailes,
You might meet the elven folk,
Or even learn what the faries hope,
You might find a magic door,
Where there's peace or sometimes war,
Those who read are not absured.
We know the importance of a word.
What do you think of them? I wrote them on "spure of the moment" writing spree last night because of the lightning keeping me up...
Tell me what you think!!!!!!
P.s. I'm going to try to get on later. There is something I'm wanting to post about....