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13 years ago @ http://www.williamm49.... - INN OF HAPPINESS THE F... · 0 replies · +1 points

Interesting. I just discovered this saga. Now I want to know what happens next!

13 years ago @ http://writewithpictur... - Thursdays The · 0 replies · +1 points

The day had been very tiring, but Sam had found the perfect place to rest. He ate his cotton candy and dreamed of farming like his dad. Maybe he would be able to afford a giant tractor instead of the horses.

13 years ago @ http://writewithpictur... - Thursdays The · 0 replies · +1 points

The sun rose over the hill, surprising Mark. He never thought he'd see another morning, the way they were after him last night. He sighed, rolled out of his blankets, and packed up. Another day of running. Would he ever reach the border?

13 years ago @ http://www.williamm49.... - DAILY POEM \"INN OF HA... · 0 replies · +1 points

Great rhymes!

13 years ago @ http://writewithpictur... - Fridays Poetry · 0 replies · +1 points

Cowboy
Riding in the saddle all day
An ordinary man,
Working along, alone.

His horse his lone companion
They follow cattle up and down
Riding in the saddle all day.

He doesn't think -- he tries
To forget her soft ways, big eyes.
An ordinary man

Living the best he can
With horse, lariat, cattle,
Working along, alone.

13 years ago @ http://writewithpictur... - Mondays Meme · 0 replies · +1 points

A little girl
Staying up late
In the dark

The show begins
Boom! Boom! Startling
A little girl

Bundled in a jacket
Watching the beautiful lights
Staying up late

The show is over
Pile in the car to go home
In the dark.
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I loved going to the fireworks shows when I was little. It always seemed such a huge treat. And where I grew up, the weather was unpredictable, so the show was sometimes canceled due to wind or rain, so it seemed even more special when we actually got fireworks.

13 years ago @ http://writewithpictur... - Fridays Poetry · 0 replies · +1 points

My first attempt at a cascade poem:

White farmhouse, red barn
Trees and fields surround
Bulwark against the world

Generations come and go
Always coming home
White farmhouse, red barn

A field turns from crops to sports
And yet
Trees and fields surround

Storm clouds threaten
The farmhouse guards the family
Bulwark against the world.

13 years ago @ http://writewithpictur... - Thursdays The · 0 replies · +1 points

The women raise their arms high. It's almost time for the race. Elise is so excited, she can hardly keep stretching. She has waited and trained over a year to be ready for this day, her first race!

The stretch leader moves out of the way, and the starting gun fires. The race begins. Elise pulls ahead, but forces herself to keep the pace. She doesn't want to exhaust herself in the first mile.

13 years ago @ http://www.williamm49.... - \"DAILY POEM \" A CUP ... · 0 replies · +1 points

I have not been watching it, but I really like your poem. Thanks!

13 years ago @ http://writewithpictur... - Thursdays The · 0 replies · +2 points

The little house had seen it all. Sitting on the town square for so many years, it had seen markets, weddings, arguments, and executions. Inside its walls, it had seen love and death, hate, families laughing, families riven by war and philosophies, weddings and births.

Today was the day the new family would move in, and the little house looked forward to the new excitements they would bring into its life.

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