Rain's Book of Poems

~Self Portrait~

My eyes are like a green meadow.
My fingernails are like wolf's claws.
My teeth are sharp, even ask my mom!
My hair is like a dark rainbow.
My heart holds some dark that is black as a night.
I live in a forest and eat the sky.

~Cinquain~

Owls,
You're magical at dark nights.
You're an unknown creature,
Oh owls.

~Haiku~

The magical wolves.
Here, there, peaceful, howl
In the wild wind.

~Rhyming Couplets~
The Deer

I know a deer,
who shows no fear.
He grazes,
Like he's in lots of grass mazes.
He loves to chase,
Like he's in a race.

~The Dog~

There once was a dog,
Who lived in a log.
He hated his house,
That has a mouse.
So he moved,
To where he was soothed.

~The Duck~

There is a duck,
Who has tons of luck.
He drank a whole lake,
And then took a break.
He went to France,
Where he learned how to dance.

Stonecutter

It was a hot, sweltering day, and the stone cutter balanced on his haunches, chisel and hammer in hand, streams of sweat running down his back as he broke bits of rock away from the base of a wall of stone. It was hard, blistering work, and it felt like the sun had no mercy on him.

"How wonderful it must be to have the power of the sun, he thought. If I were the sun, no one could resist me! I wish I were the sun!"

In an instant he found himself looking down on the earth, beating ion it with his heat and energy. he was the sun, and he liked the way he touched everything and everyone below him without mercy. In his presence, people would be thirsty, they would be hot, and they would always know he was there.

Suddenly, he realized that there was something impeding him. He could not touch the earth with his power. He looked down and saw that a cloud had interposed itself between him and the earth.

Hmmm, he thought. In spite of my great power, there is something that thwarts me. Surely this cloud is mightier than I am. I wish I were the cloud!

And in an instant he found he was the cloud, and he could block the sun all day long. What's more, he could rain on those below him, bringing cold, eroding buildings, drowning what he pleased. Surely there was nothing more powerful than he was now!

But he felt himself being swayed, and quite without his consent, he was being pushed and he could not resist the movement. He found that the wind was blowing him to the side, and he saw that because he could not defy it, it was mightier than him. How I wish I were the wind! he thought.

And he was. Where he blew, huge trees bent. He could push great walls of water where he pleased. He could topple the tallest, most majestic buildings. Surely he was all-powerful now.

But as he swept across the world he came across something that stopped him. He looked and realized that the mountain before him could not be penetrated. As hard as he might blow against it, he cold not push it to the side. Look how it resists me! he thought. Surely this mountain is mightier than me. I wish I were the mountain!

And he was. He sat, imperial and bold, tall and proud, bolted to the earth, and he knew that there was nothing in all the world that could move him, could destroy him, or could overcome him. He was the mightiest thing of all.

But then he realized something. From somewhere far below, he felt he was being reduced. He was being destroyed - torn apart - quite against his wishes and he could do nothing about it. What is there mightier than a mountain? he asked himself. Not the sun, the cloud, or the wind... what could it be?

With great effort, he looked down, and there, far below, at his very base... he saw a stonecutter.

River

The River

I see the beautiful river with fish gliding in the water playing chase. Ducks swimming in a flock with their family. Birds singing for everyone to hear, chirping in everyone's ears. Frog's leaping, turtles swimming and snakes slithering, flowers blooming and it's beautiful!
~Rain~

The Birth Of Mushrooms

We kill good trees to make bad newspapers. ~ Rain~

We are River, Rain, Puddle and Leaf and this is our very own blog. We are going to use this blog to write about our many grand adventures, just like Winnie the Pooh! We all love animals and nature and so many of the things we will write about will be our adventures in nature with our animals.

Our Godfather Derek is a biologist and he loves growing mushrooms. As a special surprise he brought us our very own planter full of newspaper, cardboard and mycelium that we are going to take nice care of and make baby mushrooms with! Thank you Derek!!!

We have to moisten it with water 3 times a day and make sure it stays warm and can breathe. We are going to take pictures every few days and post them on here so that you can watch them grow too.