Post by Ginny Moon on Aug 17, 2008 15:31:08 GMT -7
(A poem written a long time ago. Ten points if you can discover it's meaning without reading the epilogue.)
Valley of green, Streams of gold, Mountains of silver Or black. A sky the color Of all the rainbow, And a night so silent And dark and alive.
No grass does grow On the valley of green, Nor waters flow In the streams of gold. No animals play on the Silver mountains, Nor do birds fly Or clouds swim In the sky the color Of all the rainbow
And filled with noise, Is this silent night. And filled with light, Is this dark night. And information fills This night, tonight. 'Tis day and night this night, tonight. That makes things known for those who see and hear
The information Flowing on the Streams of gold And through the Mountains of silver Or black Up into a sky The color of all The Rainbow And to the real world Where we all live Oblivious to the Magical Land Amid the valley Of green.
(I was trying to fix a Nintendo 64 controller so I could play Zelda, and I was fascinated by the green hard-drive inside of the controller. So I wrote a poem about it. As you can see, it's a little juvenile, but I like it.)