Poetry & Short Stories

Here Comes the Sun

This page is dedicated to some lovely poems and stories that might intrest you. Occasionaly you may find a Poem on here written about friendship, or about Hannah in our situation right now! Here are a couple of poems and stories for today. Every other day we will update this page. Tell us if you would like any stories or poems on here, and we will do our best to find them!

A creative poem…

SLEEPING SARDINES

“I am tired of eating, just beans!”

says I, so I opened a can of sardines.

But they started to squeak!

“Hey, we’re tryin’ to sleep!

We were snuggled up tight, till ya let in the light!

You big silly sap, let us finish our nap!

Now close up the lid!”

So thats what I did.

Will somebody please pass the beans?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Okay, this is one that I reeeeeeeeally like that I heard in Dr. Hofmann’s class. And it’s wierd cuz I can’t even tell you why I like it! I just feel it! Okay, here it is.

 

The Charge of the Light Brigade

Alfred, Lord Tennyson

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1.Half a league, half a league, Half a league onward, All in the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. “Forward, the Light Brigade! “Charge for the guns!” he said: Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred.2.”Forward, the Light Brigade!” Was there a man dismay’d? Not tho’ the soldier knew Someone had blunder’d: Their’s not to make reply, Their’s not to reason why, Their’s but to do and die: Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. 3.Cannon to right of them, Cannon to left of them, Cannon in front of them Volley’d and thunder’d; Storm’d at with shot and shell, Boldly they rode and well, Into the jaws of Death, Into the mouth of Hell Rode the six hundred. 4.Flash’d all their sabres bare, Flash’d as they turn’d in air, Sabring the gunners there, Charging an army, while All the world wonder’d: Plunged in the battery-smoke Right thro’ the line they broke; Cossack and Russian Reel’d from the sabre stroke Shatter’d and sunder’d. Then they rode back, but not Not the six hundred. 5.Cannon to right of them, Cannon to left of them, Cannon behind them Volley’d and thunder’d; Storm’d at with shot and shell, While horse and hero fell, They that had fought so well Came thro’ the jaws of Death Back from the mouth of Hell, All that was left of them, Left of six hundred. 6.When can their glory fade? O the wild charge they made! All the world wondered. Honor the charge they made, Honor the Light Brigade, Noble six hundred.

 

The Starfish Story
Original Story by: Loren Eisley

 

One day a man was walking along the beach when he noticed
a boy picking something up and gently throwing it into the ocean. 

Approaching the boy, he asked, “What are you doing?”

The youth replied, “Throwing starfish back into the ocean. 
The surf is up and the tide is going out.  If I don’t throw them back, they’ll die.”

“Son,” the man said, “don’t you realize there are miles and miles of beach and hundreds of starfish? 
You can’t make a difference!”

After listening politely, the boy bent down, picked up another starfish,
and threw it back into the surf.  Then, smiling at the man, he said, “I sure made a difference for that one.”

This story was so creatively put! I loved the Starfish.

Here is last but not least, a poem by John Mardsen, one of my favorites! (It’s on my binder

 A Prayer for the Twenty-first Century
By John Marsden

May the road be free for the journey,
May it lead where it promised it would,
May the stars that gave ancient bearings
Be seen, still be understood.
May every aircraft fly safely,
May every traveler be found,
May sailors in crossing the ocean
Not hear the cries of the drowned.

May gardens be wild, like jungles
May nature never be tamed,
May dangers create of us heroes,
May fears always have names.
May the mountains stand to remind us
Of what it means to be young,
May we be outlived by our daughters,
May we be outlived by our sons.

May the bombs rust away in the bunkers,
And the doomsday clock not be rewound,
May the solitary scientists, working,
Remember the holes in the ground.
May the knife remain in the holder.
May the bullet stay in the gun,
May those who live in the shadows
Be seen in the sun.

Thanks for reading this page. Every other day one of the stories or poems will be taken off and a new one will be put on. Dont forget to request soemthing you’d want to see on the site!!