Old ManDown by the late on old sycamore street. A legend lays of a long lost hero.This hero they call him the old man. He lived in the doddering two story oakhouse. This house looked over the vast blue lake. No one knew how longhe had lived there. No one questioned though. The story goes that one summera family rented out the wooden cabin not to far from the old man's house. Oneblistering heat of a summer afternoon the family was busy getting ready to headfor a swim in the lake. Their little 4 year old child with blond hair like soft noddles.She was curious as she saw a fish jump out of the water. She headed over to the water leaning over the edge. Now this lake was notorious for the deep spots around the edge of the lake. No 4 year old would know that though. She bent over seeing thefist slink along as they swam in the wavy water. Fascinated by this she went to grabon. Losing her balance she fell head first into the water. This little girl had no clue how to swim and her small body
The Ex.Her ex started at her across the room like a wild beast.Tears ran from her eyes like a river,upset with herself for letting herself be a victim.She got up running out with her best friend following.He chased her like a rapid cheetah, as her hair moved in the wind like a wild fire.He soon caught up embarrassing her arms like an angel as the morning suntouched her face like a soft feather.
Here comes the trainHere comes the train.It is chugging awaynever stopping when it shouldEven if it hurts others.it is never close, cold withits stern steal yet old an weary.Here comes the train and it will soon go awayLeaving those he loves behind hurt, angry and upset.....there went the train....
Flower Tiger MountainFlower:Yellow in Colorthe daisy sits in a fieldblowing in the windTiger:Stalking in the grassready to prowl for its huntwith fierce eyes it preysMountain:Standing tall and strongwatching over the peopleliving forever