The Chaw of Chaws

In a forest dark and tangled,
Smoke and fiery sparks did spangl,
The trees, the sky, the moon on high-
It seemed as if Glaux did sigh.
A Barn Owl with a metal face,
Bellowed of his mighty race.
The chaw of chaws, did they cower,
In what might be their final hour?
With their branches burning bright,
They tore into this evil night.
The flames danced across the mask-
A demon from Soren's past!

Nine others flanked him,
Dark eyes so grim,
Claws gleaming in the air,
Set to rip, to stab, to tear.
So in that dark and tangled night,
The chaw of chaws rose to fight,
With talons bloodied, feathers singed.
A battle won- a war begins!

Kathryn Lasky

Now what?

Now what do I write? We have been studying Egypt for school. thats not vary interesting. one of my books was sure I was going to Egypt. It was saying that when I go there to look for this or that and to where sandals tho most people go barefoot, Blahdy blahdy blah. stuff like that.

Washing

What is all this washing about,
Every day week in, week out?
From getting up till going to bed,
I'm tired of hearing the same thing said,
Whether I'm dirty or whether I'm not.
Whether The water is cold or hot,
Whether I like or whether I don't,
Whether I will or whether I won't,
"Have you washed your hands and washed your face?"
I seem to live in a washing place.
Whenever I go for a walk or ride,
As soon as I put my nose inside
The door again, there's someone there
With a sponge and soap, and a lot they care
If I have something better to do,
"Now wash your face and your fingers too."
Before a meal is ever begun,
And after a meal is done,
It's time to turn on the waterspout,
Please, what is all this washing about?

By John Drinkwater.

The Centipede Song

Ok people might find this one gross but I like it so I'll post it. Oh and It's an owl singing it.

What gives a wriggle,
And makes you giggle,
When you eat'em?
Whose weensy little feet,
Make my heart really beat?
Why, it's those creepy crawlies,
That make me feel so jolly.

For the darling centipede,
My favorite buggy feed,
I always want some more.
That's the insect I adore,
More than beetles, more than crickets,
Which at times give me the hiccups.
I crave only to feed,
on a juicy centipede,
And I shell be happy forevermore.

By Kathryn Lasky

My life is boring right now

today I did school. and yesterday I did school and had a soft ball practice. and I ate Lucky Charms for breakfast and am probably going to make mac n' cheese for lunch. for school today I did: Handwriting, Math, Daily grams day 14, Vocab., and read strawberry girl.

Oh no!

I just ran out of poems that I copied! Now I have to look in my books for poems. well at least I have lots of books and they have poems.

Martin the Warrior

Martin the Warrior

Who says I am dead,
Knows nothing at all,
I-am that is,
Two mice within Redwall.
The warrior sleeps,
‘Twixt hall and cavern hole.
I-am that is,
Take on my mighty role.
Look for the sword,
In the moonlight streaming forth,
At night when day’s first hour
Reflects the North.
From o’er the threshold
Seek and you will see;
I-am that is,
My sword will wield for me.

By Brian Jacques

Bilbo's Song

Bilbo’s song

The road goes ever on and on
Out from the door where it began.
Now far ahead the road has gone,
Lat others follow it who can!
Lat them a journey new begin,
But I at last with weary feet
Will turn towards the lighted inn,
My evening-rest and sleep to meet.

By J.R.R. Tolkien