We finally compiled our 2010 poems, drawings, and comics and included the recipes the Lady Grey has been compiling for years. She has many more, but we'll add that to next year's proceedings. We are happy to present to you:
Proceedings of The Black Cat Literary Society 2010
Feel free to print copies for yourselves, if you like, and by all means, enjoy the recipes. We think they are mighty tasty.
We will meet again in two week.
Cheers!
Friday, February 11, 2011
Friday, January 21, 2011
Poems for the Winter
We met January 21, after a long winter break. Christmas, birthdays, Disneyland, and sadly, a funeral marked these long weeks.
During this meeting, we presented poems that we wrote. Bookworm appended a song she wrote with additional lyrics:
During this meeting, we presented poems that we wrote. Bookworm appended a song she wrote with additional lyrics:
Wintry Wintry Weather
Wintry, wintry weather
Brings us all together
Oh Oh Oh Ohh Oh Oh
Hot chocolate and bed
Rest your sleepy head
Oh Oh Oh Ohh Oh Oh
Songs and Christmas cheer
Pretty brown deer
Oh Oh Oh Ohh Oh Oh
Family and friends
Fun never ends
Oh Oh Oh Ohh Oh Oh
Wintry, wintry weather
Brings us all together
Oh Oh Oh Ohh Oh Oh
Hot chocolate and bed
Rest your sleepy head
Oh Oh Oh Ohh Oh Oh
Songs and Christmas cheer
Pretty brown deer
Oh Oh Oh Ohh Oh Oh
Family and friends
Fun never ends
Oh Oh Oh Ohh Oh Oh
Thirsty wrote the following poem:
Winter Poem
Winter wind nips at the
Pine tree's evergreen needles.
Clear and crisp the wind
Bites my ears and nose.
Dark clouds ride in on the breeze.
The air turns gray.
Maybe it will snow.
Pine tree's evergreen needles.
Clear and crisp the wind
Bites my ears and nose.
Dark clouds ride in on the breeze.
The air turns gray.
Maybe it will snow.
Lastly, Lady Grey wrote this solemn poem:
The Dark Hours
Fall brings death and rotting leaves
Life falls to the ground at the season's command.
Next, winter brings its grey cloak and covers the Earth with stillness and sorrow.
The chill thrusts its bony fingers into all that dares to live.
Slowly the wind attempts to push away the emptiness of winter
and faint green tries to reappear, not always successful.
At last, faint buds sprout anew,
bringing with them hope and some semblance of order.
The dark hours lose their grip and resort to hibernation until next time.
Fall brings death and rotting leaves
Life falls to the ground at the season's command.
Next, winter brings its grey cloak and covers the Earth with stillness and sorrow.
The chill thrusts its bony fingers into all that dares to live.
Slowly the wind attempts to push away the emptiness of winter
and faint green tries to reappear, not always successful.
At last, faint buds sprout anew,
bringing with them hope and some semblance of order.
The dark hours lose their grip and resort to hibernation until next time.
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