Where I'm From-Inspired by George Ella Lyons

Where I'm From
by Caroline Peery
Inspired by George Ella Lyons

 I am from Takodah,
from birthdays with family.
 I am from the maple
in my front yard,
 From Emily Dickinson
and Anne of Green Gables.
 I am from brownies and ice cream,
from Lily and Kathryn,
 Josie and Ellie,
Henry and Daniel,
 Emma and Isla.
 I am from trees never climbed
books never finished,
 and drawings hung up on my wall.

The Maple Tree: A Poem

The Maple Tree

Sitting under the maple tree,

This is the only place I’d ever wish to be.

The great leaves fall on top of me.

I look up in to the tree,

I see a bird’s nest and a bumble-bee.

I smile,

Knowing this is where I’m meant to be,

Right here,

Under the maple tree.

   --Lily R.

Wolves-Introduction

This is the introduction of a fictionalized version of the story of Romulus and Remus (the founders of Rome) that I've been writing.

Introduction
   The king had been kicked off his throne, his daughter thrown in prison.  His daughter, the princess Silvia, was not allowed to marry, for fear she would have a son, a son who would learn that he was the rightful king.  But a god came down from the heavens, a god who helped her have sons, twin boy whom they named Romul and Remu.  When the new king found out, he was enraged! He ordered his servant to kill the babies.  But the servant felt sorry for the two baby boys, and took them to the river Tiber, where she put them in a basket and pushed them into the water.  The tired, crying babies washed ashore hours later.  The small babies cried hard.  This is how the she-wolf found them.  She brought the babies to her den.  She raised them in her den with her pups, and that is where our story begins.

Rainstorm-a poem

Rainstorm 

by Caroline P.

Wind blows, leaves spin,

Thunder clouds

Come rolling in.

Blue skies go away,

They will come back another day.

Windows rattle,

Lightning flashes,

Lights go out,

Thunder crashes!

And then...

Calm.

A Unicorn's Story | Part 1

  Part 1

The Beginning 

          Once upon a time, on a clear spring day, a cry of pain sliced through the sky.  A unicorn was going to have her baby any minute!  Her name was Azailia.  In the middle of her second cry, she fell silent.  Her baby had come!  Behind her, there was a teeny-tiny little wet baby unicorn!  Azailia went right to work.  She turned around and started licking the child as if her life depended on it.  This was her first baby, and she was not about to lose it in the city!  When she finished, she got to the business of naming the young girl.        "Xandra",  she thought, "No Jackett. No, No, NO!"  She thought for a second, then gasped.  "Corrine, yes, Corrine."

Marigold: Chapter One

   It was a rainy gray day, and Marigold was looking out of her barn window.  She wanted to go outside, but she couldn't because it was raining.  It rained all day and the next day too.  Finally, the sun came out, and the stable boy came to let her out.  Marigold was kept with a horse named Max, and every day it wasn't raining, they went out to play.

   One day, the stable boy came and clipped on her lead rope, and instead of putting her in the
pasture, he led her to her horse trailer and gently pushed her in.                              

Chapter 2, Werewolf by Liz Genie

Chapter Two

Werewolf

Cecelia gasped as the creature that she saw turned his head toward her. 

Cecelia gasped, the creature had fangs, the face of a human, and long fur.

"Werewolf!" Cecelia cried. Cecelia realized something. The human face was her dad's face!

"No!" Cecelia howled.

The creature scurried away as Cecelia's mother came in. 

"Where?" she demanded.

"It ran away!" Cecelia wailed.

"What is all this racket?" a voice boomed. Cecelia turned and saw her father coming.

"No!" Cecelia howled.

"What's wrong?" Cecelia's father asked.

"You're a werewolf!" Cecelia claimed. "I SAW you."

"Cecelia, mind your manners!" Cecelia's mother snapped.

"Why would I be a werewolf, Cecelia?" her father said. 

"Because I saw you! You have to be a werewolf!"

"Cecelia, calm down. You probably saw a normal wolf," Cecelia's mother soothed.

"I saw HIS face!" Cecelia screamed back.

Cecelia knew that no one would believe her.

"I don't care if you don't believe me," Cecelia said.

Cecelia knew what she saw. At least she thought she knew.