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You’re walking in the woods in late autumn. A crow caws, somewhere. You step on something, and hear a sharp crack. You look down. It’s a bone.
The clocktower in the town square has been broken for as long as anyone can remember. One day, it rings.
The leaves are turning. Last year, the brilliant oranges and reds lasted well after they fell. Now, the leaves are grey. They crumble into ash when touched.
The ocean is cold, and unrelenting. The waves crash against the cliffs. A captain yells out to his crew, but there is no ship.
You have been walking in a graveyard for hours. Someone is watching you. You turn, but no one is there. You read the gravestone at your feet. Your name is carved into it. A rabbit darts in front of you, and you shiver.
The mountains stretch on for miles. Endless, repeating mountains, stretching so far into the horizon that it seems that once the mountains end, so does the world.
You drive down the backroads at midnight. The trees are impossibly dark. Something runs in front of your headlights. It was a deer. It has to be a deer.
There are four churches on the same street. At five p.m. on the dot, the bells ring. They are deafening.
The sunflowers have died. They stand all winter, bleak omens of what’s to come.
You are looking for witching stones in the river. Something shiny catches your eye, and you fish it out. It’s an iron cross. It’s cold. You toss it back.
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THOU is the subject (Thou art…) THEE is the object (I look at thee) THY is for words beginning in a consonant (Thy dog) THINE is for words beginning in a vowel (Thine eyes)
this has been a psa
THOU is the subject (Thou art…) THEE is the object (I look at thee) THY is for words beginning in a consonant (Thy dog) THINE is for words beginning in a vowel (Thine eyes)
this has been a psa
Oh Marshall, oh Marshall
Thoust glares at me from thy tower
A precious critter thou art
And mine heart thou hast won
How cute art thou?
The cutest of them all!
Thine angry eyes stare into me
Tempest, with every inch. Of your tiny being
A solemn rage within you as thou reads
Reading, reading the day away aloft in your tower of branches and leaves
Perhaps a word, a line or two
Thou would share
Spilling from thy somber tongue
With stoic tone and angered glare
A poem relaying thou heart and inner monologue
To tell my how thou feels so far from the camp and company
Thy fur is pale and fair as snow
Thy coat of fine blue sky
Thy sullen face and pricing eyes
Doth warm my heart when happy smiles
Spread thine face into a grin
Of deep and honest bubbling joy
Thy heart is truly lightened
Oh Marshall, oh Marshall
With thy grateful smile and happy eyes
Beloved by many a camper great and small
Honored am I to invite thee to my world
My camp, my party, you are welcome always