Thunder Sage, Part One

         They say Thunder Sage named herself. She was the strongest girl alive and tamed a wild horse. Let me tell you what happened from the beginning.
          When she was born, she was very disliked by her family. Because they had a farm, as most people did at this time, they had wanted a boy to help with their farm. All but her father. He was a very fair and fine man, and he let her farm with him, and she soon became as strong as the ox they both plowed with. Then, her mother came in insisting that a proper woman in the making ought to be learning discipline and manners, not farm work.
         So her father had to work alone and Sage had to learn how to do all sorts of "ladylike" chores, including doing the laundry, cooking, and sewing. But when she had nothing to cook or sew, she would always be sent to her room. And she always did do what her mother asked her. But, she sneaked out the back window in her room and farmed all she could. Eventually, she was found out by (Guess who?) her mother. She could not even go outside (Unless it was to wash the clothes). Sage could not take it! She had gotten so used to farming that she missed it every day. One night, when she was five, she tiptoed out of the house and ran to the barn She got the ox and rode on his back to one of the main roads to town.....

To Be Continued........

Haikus (Both Unedited)

Mountains

High cliffs and Dropoffs

Next to beautiful rivers

Make One perfect home!

Waves 

Small Bump in the Sea 

To huge wall that destroys things

Water Can be cool!

Bird (Unedited Version)

(Unedited as in just came out of my notebook lol)

Bird flys,
Bird sings,
Bird Raises her wings
To the sound of danger.

Bird is never last,
For Bird is fast,
And bird takes off in a blast,
To the sound of Danger

Be like Bird,
Who is never lost,
Whatever it costs,
Because she knows her advantage.

(Inspired by the famous quote from Victor Hugo, called "Be Like The Bird":)

Be like the bird
Be like the bird, who
Halting in his flight,
On limb too slight,
Feels it give way beneath him,
Yet sings,
Knowing he hath wings.
-Victor Hugo

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Midnight

As the rumbling clouds move through the night,
All the bats talking cause quite a fright.
A flitter, a flutter, a squeak and a squawk,
Disturb the raccoons from their prowling walk.
All the silent things wake,
The moon is a flashlight, searching the stars,
The pond is a sea, with lily pad boats,
Then, with a shudder, all turns still,
For dawn is here,
But they will wake tomorrow when midnight comes,
And it will.

By Frosty