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Across the length of ploughed earth The grass grows tall and thick. There’s a sense of ancient mystery That dwells in every prairie. It holds the forgotten secrets. A door stands in the tall grass. Leading into the unknown. Who roams the tall grass, Hidden in a mass of stems? Who dwells there, in the unseen? Who is sitting in the thicket, Waiting for eternity? What is it in the tall grass? Waiting in the unknown? A stream in the tall grass. A stripe of blue in the green. Water traveling across the world. A pilgrim, going from there to here. Coming from the world of yonder. A creek flows in the tall grass. Its source is the unknown.

 The prototype hybrid intergalactic spaceship H.U.A.F. S.O. 17-45-59-21 Cecearif hurtled through hyperspace. Its captain liked to call it the Cecearif (pronounced see-see-ar-if). It exited hyperspace outside of the Triangulon Solar System. The Triangulon star had only one planet, but many asteroids. The planet was called Triangulon I. The ship had a crew of 25. Most of the crew were part of the military. Four of them were not part of the military, but were still part of the ship's crew. The crew members were: The captain, Captain Tyler Angrev; the second in command, Lieutenant-Captain Mark Irlan; the pilot, Lieutenant Skyler Amana; the navig

 -The Books That Do Not Get Read The library is filled with books. How many are there? Hundreds, maybe even thousands. All those words. There's the front section, with exciting fiction books, like “The Sword of Shannarah.” There's a section with all those powerful, deep books like “Home to Ruins.” And then there's the back section. It's dark, claustrophobic. The books are informative. Some of them give the author's opinions on current events, like “The Fate of the Earth” and “The Omnivore's Dilemma.” Some are straight-up information, like the twelve volume “The History of the American Peop

 The wagon train worked its way across the prairie. The trail was bumpy and rocky, but it was better than cutting right across the buffalo grass. Cutting across buffalo grass was slow and difficult, plus which it jostled the contents of the wagons to no end. But it didn't hurt as long as you stayed off of it. Casey preferred it to the indian grass that they passed through before. The indian grass was too tall to see over. You had no idea what was lurking in there; they could've been attacked by who knows what at any time. They had to have somebody climb on top of the wagons to see over the indian grass. Well, the buffalo grass was better. A

Isaac’s Poem The things I've seen... Now gone forever. It's not the same anymore; I see things differently; I'm a different person; I'll never be the same. Never. Can I remember? I wish I could freeze memories and emotions, In order that I could re-live times past; Like looking at a picture. A picture will freeze an instant in time, But not the feelings. Are there feelings I've forgotten? Looking back on memories... I remember feelings I seldom have anymore-- And feelings back then seemed more wholesome. I don't want to forget. I want to re-live my younger days; Forget about the person that I am now. But the best I