One Twenty Nine A.M.

Submitted by Lucy Anne on Wed, 09/16/2015 - 16:57

It is one twenty-nine
and my heart heaves a sigh
for my ears have just heard
some great sad news of a bird.

For my whole life I have known
a dear sweet girl who has shown
gentle spirit and love
with a joy from above.

Four some weeks and a go,
I spent five days away
with her sister and her
in a college alone.

There she told me
she had thought
of one day soon going away
to a state so very far
to teach for two months or more.

Poems #1 - Farewell, Chai Tea, Snowflake

Submitted by Libby on Thu, 04/23/2015 - 18:34

Farewell to all, near or far,
Sleeping or awake,
To critters here or creatures there,
And even to the snake.
Farewell, my dears, for I must go
To my home to stay,
Remember me, I’ll wave goodbye
And now God Bless I say!

Chai Tea
My tea is hot, it’s good to drink,
I think you’d like it, too.
It is Chai Tea and it’s the best,
And love it? Yes I do!

A Dream is Just a Dream...or is it? THE END (a Narnian fan fiction)

Submitted by Lucy Anne on Fri, 07/06/2012 - 16:22

Years later…
My heartbeat quickened.
I said in somewhat recognition, “That lamppost, my majesties, does it not look familiar?”
As soon as I said that, it seemed as if something had clicked in my mind, and memories started to float back-- memories of the world back in Spare Oom…memories that had been once long ago forgotten. That lamppost…it can’t be…?
“Stop!” I cried out deafeningly, pulling the reins of my horse.
All heads turned to look at me.

We Met Under the Grove

Submitted by Anna on Wed, 09/22/2010 - 20:24

(my apricotpie farewell)
We met under the grove
Bringing shade, bringing bright,
Laughing sadly or studying weakness with might.
Some bring their blindness, others their sight,
But the grove where we met never changed.
We cried the same joys and we held the same loss,
We raised different voice, yet obeyed the same God.
Our hates and our loves explored paths on one chase,
And the trees overhead lent us beautiful grace.
We helped others fall up in the grove.
We met under the grove in drabs of such hue

Emptying the Great Hall

Submitted by Julie on Sat, 09/18/2010 - 00:46

I stare at the notice, blinking once, twice, thrice.  Since I first saw it, I’ve tried to wrap my mind around it all, but I can’t—not yet.

I turn away and wander down the hall. Ten years’ worth of adventures adorns the walls, tales of knights, dragons and damsels, and strange worlds beyond understanding. Some of these works will be rolled up and taken to new locations; others will remain, quietly gathering dust.