What's going on here?

What's going on here?
Well Amanda and Emily both have goals to write more. Amanda wants to write a poem and a half a day for the next year, while Emily wants to write for National Write a Novel Month (NaNoWriMo), which is usually in November, but she is going to do it from now until her mission on May 18th. Here is were you can follow us in our goals! Leave comments, encouragement, and what ever else you feel like.

Wednesday, September 21, 2011

Moor Child

When she was still a child,
Still just an infant
She ran out on the moor wild haired and bare footed.
She screamed as she splashed through mud and mire
And lost all her memory of the life before
But still she screamed “Mama, come find me. Come find me.”

And out in the wild she lived
As time passed within that sullen house.
The fire was warmed
The supper was brought
But still it echoed through the halls.
“Mama, come find me. Come find me.”

And mama grew old
And she let her hair grow grey
And the other birds out flew from the nest.
In that sad little house she was left
With a monster at the fire place
And these words still on the wind
“Mama, come find me. Come find me.”

She’s dead now.
The bitter got her down.
The monster still lurks
But the wind now screams
“I’m coming my baby. I’m coming.”

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