"Mothers work wonders once they are convinced that wonders are demanded of them." ~Charlotte Mason

Tuesday, April 13, 2010

By The Brook in the Meadow

By the brook in the meadow
There's a marble path
That leads to a gate
That never hath
Opened its bars
Of jewels and gems
To show the world
The special Cerlems.

The world of Cerlem
Is an interesting one
Where day's light is moon
And night brings the sun.
Where giants so small
Play with elves that are tall
And the roofs are the roots
And heads rest in boots.

There are clouds in the river
And grass in the sky.
The birds walk on land
And puppy dogs fly.
And if all of the tales
That I say are true,
Then the one of Cerlem
Must be, too.

~~a poem by Padme, hereafter referred to as Ranguvar

Monday, April 5, 2010

Pecos Bill

Pecos Bill

By Angel

March 2010

Bill was the youngest of twelve children. Every one of them wore a bright star on their right hand. Then Mom and Pop decided to move. On the way, Bill fell out of the wagon. By the time his family noticed he fell out, it was too dark to find him.

But a coyote found him. Her name was Grandy. She taught Bill how to howl at the moon. Soon Bill was as talented as the rest of the pack and he could talk to all animals.

One day, a cowboy came riding on his horse. The cowboy’s name was Chuck.

Chuck said, “Baby.”

Bill repeated, “Baby.”

Bill founded out Chuck was his brother. So, Bill went with him. Then he was a cowboy and his brother said, “You need a horse.” So Bill caught one, and he named it Lightning.

Then he saw a girl. He asked her to marry him. She agreed to marry him if she could ride Lightning. She did ride Lightning. She was bucked off Lightning’s back. Bill was sad. He taught the other cowboys his tricks. The End.