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One duck in a row

One duck in a row

A Poem by SleeplessVolcano


"Rather late than never"
The Swan Song

The Swan Song

A Poem by Rudi J.P. Lejaeghere


Being born in a duck yard does not matter, if only you are hatched from a swan's egg. Hans Christian Andersen
The Old Acre Wood

The Old Acre Wood

A Poem by Barefoot McCoy


The Old Acre Wood by Barefoot McCoy ©2015. www.barefootmccoy.com
The Peculiar House (Bundle 5)

The Peculiar House (Bundle 5)

A Poem by Emily


Just covered with dust
Yellow

Yellow

A Poem by allieowens


She set off on her own adventure.
Hand In Hand

Hand In Hand

A Poem by MelissaAndres


Short poem about Christianity and imagining that fateful day.
The Fields Of Home

The Fields Of Home

A Poem by Anna


Pink buttercups and yellow wheat grass,swaying idle on the sweet hills back home.So strange to the odd lands I travel now,a distant thought to each pl..
SANTA'S FISH SUPPER

SANTA'S FISH SUPPER

A Story by Peter Rogerson


A woodcutter gets trapped in the freezing arctic....
The Cricket's Cry

The Cricket's Cry

A Poem by Anna


Golden dew from the sun on the leaves,her forest bloomed so beautiful in the morn.A sacred force inside the twisting black branches,her animation of l..
He Once Knew Power

He Once Knew Power

A Poem by The Poet of Black Wings


He once satUpon a throne,Atop a tower,Within the city of man.He rested inside,And was,The maw,Of beast.He knew fineDrink,Food,Women.Once or more, even..
Greener Woods

Greener Woods

A Poem by Anna


A voice on the air laughs as if I could not hear,standing near yet deep in greener woods, I fear.The voice knows how I miss the blossoms there,how fre..
WOODED WALK.

WOODED WALK.

A Poem by Terry Collett


A WOMAN FROM THE ASYLUM WALKS THE WOODED WALK WITH A NURSE.
The Wooden Rose

The Wooden Rose

A Story by Klafarius


A short story I wrote on a storygame forum years ago. Some of the references are related to that forum but I think the heart of the story is still und..
The Ancient Forest

The Ancient Forest

A Story by Shiv


According to Grandma, in California you could drive through the trees. Giant redwoods were so wide that people cut tunnels from them.
Guck

Guck

A Poem by Michael Iam Bone


This poem is a riddle, can you solve it?