how a highway looks to a tire, a crow, and a pilot.
Going down the highway. Yawn I go down here every day. It is really boring. I do not really like a specific routine, but I cannot disagree with a road trip. That is if it was a road trip rather than a drive to the every day work. God, these people never take a vacation. And I never get a break! I’m getting worn out and this stupid highway isn’t helping me any. Someone help these poor people get some common sense.That place sure looks busy. I can’t even see the grey concrete! Or the yellow paint! Sure, there are some yellow vehicles that pass by, but what is it with this road that every one seems to enjoy so much? Oh, there goes a car crashing into another car. Great, now the people in the black and white cars with flashing blue and red lights are going to come. Just great, those lights always burn my eyes. I will have to leave before they get here. Wow! There goes another one! Jeez, humans are dangerous with vehicles. They should get their license taken away. Maybe some more responsible species should take over driving. Or better yet, maybe humans should learn to fly! Flying is fun and a lot less dangerous if you know what you’re doing.
I lost the coordinates to our destination. That is really not good. It got so foggy I did not know where I was going. Hey! Is that a highway? I wonder which highway it is. That should give me some clue to where I am. Oh! Ouch. I wonder what caused that crash. Looks like there are at least five cars that have crashed. Jeez, must be a bunch of teenagers. Don’t parents ever look after their children once in a while?
How a train station looks to a train, a duck flying overhead, and a passenger arriving too late for the train.
The train station is coming into view. Finally, a chance to rest. I have been going for three hours now with no breaks. My job is tiring! But I can do it. At least I’ll have at least a half hour before I have to leave again. How many people is the engineer planning to shove into me this time? Oh well, I will find out once they start to load.Whoa! What is that? I was just heading towards the lake and yet, there is something big and open! Wow, it is full of humans. Many different kinds too. Aw, the small humans are crying. I miss my children. I wonder if they miss me? Well, I bet they will be very entertained by this new discovery. I should not stay any longer. I have got to get home to my little ducklings.
Crap! I get to the train station just as the freaking train leaves. That’s just great! Now what am I supposed to do? I am supposed to be leaving to visit my aunt and uncle in Rhode Island. It is a long three hour trip on train, but even longer by car. I just do not have enough money for gas. And I checked the Internet for plane fees. I just do not have enough money for that either. The train is my only option. It is the only transportation I can afford. Let’s see, how long till the next train to Rhode Island? No way! Two hours? I better call my Aunt Lisa and Uncle Bryan and tell them that I will be a few hours late.
How an old wooden chair looks to a tired person, a termite, and an antique collecter
Where has the time gone? It seems like just yesterday that my husband died. And yet, it’s been at least twenty years. But the wooden chair he gave me for our first anniversary is still in good condition, even if it looks old. Just looking at it gives me comfort and I know that my husband is happy in heaven looking over our children and me. They are all grown and have their own families now. My grandchildren love the old chair as much just like my children had. Every time they stop and visit I pick them up and set them in my lap while I rock in the chair. Often I tell stories to them when they beg it of me. Now I sit on the porch, exhausted, in the old wooden chair while drinking my green tea wondering where the time has gone.God, I’m hungry! All the food I’ve been able to find was too new for me. And it had some distasteful smell on it. I think the humans called it polisher. Bad for my digestive system though, so I have got to stay away from wood like that. Hey! There’s an old wooden chair! As I sniff it I smell no evidence of the icky polisher. Yay, time to eat!I decided to take a walk down the countryside. There’s always some farm that will have antique items for my store. Best thing is that they’ll sell their items for cheap and then I can sell them for a lot more. What a profit! I notice a small farmhouse. Wow, this place looks old. Ah, I see a nice antique chair on the porch. It must be at least fifty years old. I wonder if I can get that elderly lady to sell it to me. She is drinking something and she looks as if she is in a great mood, so maybe this would be the best time. Yes, I might just get lucky.
A Sound Long Lost
Into a wilderness
long lost by years
now found by a
small, curious girl.
The moon is full,
it's rising high.
Many small creatures
running amuck.
A strange sound was what
lured the girl into the wilderness.
A sound that hasn't been heard
for hundreds of thousand years.
Curious was the girl;
as much as adventurous,
full of yearn for discovery.
She walked through the wilderness.
she gained many cuts and bruises.
But minor wounds wouldn't stop her
from finding the source of the sound.
She stopped for a moment
and she looked around.
Yet again came the sound.
A beautiful howl,
not short and broken,
like a coyote or Jackal.
But smooth and connected;
A sound long lost.
the girl looked to the west,
and to her utter amazement,
there stood a beautiful sight.
The creature was larger than a dog,
and yet it was smaller than a bear.
with its ears tucked back,
and its tail hung high,
the creature howled to the night sky.
It was then that the girl knew,
this beautiful creature,
was the long lost wolf.
Poem, The Perfect Place for Me
The perfect place for me,is a place full of trees where the sound of nature is fulland many varieties of plants grow.Where at nightthe moonlight shinesthrough the tall branchesof the many trees.And after a while, you may hear,the beautiful legato sound,of a wolf's howl.A place where the wolves flourishand the trees are countless,that is the place for me.Labels: poem, the perfect place for me
Poem, my favorite place I've been
My favorite place iswhere the trees grow tall.Behind a barn there isa shallow creek full of rocks.In the creek there arethe possiblities of discovery.Behind the creek there is,a prairie of grass where,as a kid I would run and play.Past the grass there isa forest ready to be a place to play.In the forest,you might find some arrowheads,from Native Americans long dead.Through that land,is my favorite place.Labels: favorite place, poem
Poem, my city
Here, the forests have diminished.Here, many homes are being built.Here, there is fun and joy.Here, is a large, yet peaceful city.Here,is my home.Labels: my home, poem
Poem about where I was born
Back to a place,where the towns are small.The forests are few,but not hidden.The soil is fertile,and country is great.Back to my birthplace.back to Missouri.Labels: poem, where I was born
The End of the World as we Know it
The world is ending. And who's at fault? The human race. So many times we have killed so many animals off, that now their species is extinct. Many animals have also come close to not surviving our wrath. Killing these animals sets our world out of balance. What happens if you kill off all the wolves, cougars, cheetahs, and any other large predator? What happens to the herbivores that were originally the prey for those beautiful creatures? The herbivores will flourish. But is that a good thing? No way. If the herbivores flourish, what do they feast on? Plants! The more herbivores, the less plants. The less plants, the less oxygen in the air. One day, because of us humans, all predators except us will be extinct. The herbivores will flourish, and plant life will diminish. Oxygen will become scarce. We'll die from lack of oxygen. That is why people need to step forth and protect those predators. Because, if we don't, it will be the end of the world as we know it. Labels: end of world, herbivors, humans, predators
Creation Myth
At the beginning of time, the only creatures on the Earth were wolves. But one day, the alpha male of all the wolves, got bored of there only being wolves. He wanted a variety. First, he shaped a human body out of mud and clay. Then with a spell, he put a wolf spirit into the body. These new creatures were called Lupine. And they eased the alpha's boredom for a while. After making the Lupine, the alpha decided to form some plants. We took dry soil and some sun dust, then used a spell and made the plants we have today. But the alpha came easily bored again. The Lupine were too wolfish. So he took the form of the Lupine, and put star dust into the mix. After using yet another spell, the human being was born. This happened many times, whenever the alpha would get bored. And here we are today with the Earth as we know it. Labels: creation, myth, wolves
Story with no repeats
Emily opened her violet eyes and turned around. Hazy mist surrounded Mackintosh Forest. Natural music of creatures floated into ears of many listeners. It sounded better to listen with eyes closed. There was something going on. But what, no one knew. That’s why she was here. Solving mysteries, a definite talent. Always came easily. Several mammals were found dead about four days ago. Hiwatari picked through the dense bushes, passing boundaries. After glancing down, some animal paw prints were discovered. Standing up, followed tracks deeper into fog. Ten minutes later, fogginess ended; investigator ran forth. Magnificent rock formations towered over her. Small, callused hands moved over the glowing surface. Strong scents clear –sharp. Thus, secrets resolved. Mounds, full with poison. Individuals eating it, hoping for tastes of minerals. All simple, obvious; being poisoned. Em went back home. Ready, explaining destruction toward living things. Now people could sleep, knowing mishap wasn’t human faulting.
