Your hand was honey-comb to heal, Your voice was a web to bind.

After smashing through the garage door Alex realized he may have parked a little too close to the house.

The sun was beating down on me.

The brooks laugh louder when I come, the breezes madder play.

A flag wags like a fishhook there in the sky.

A flag waves like a fishhook there in the sky.

There are some, like stars, that dwell apart, in flawless firmament.

I'd rather take baths with a man-eating shark, or wrestle a lion alone in the dark, eat spinach and liver, pet ten porcupines, than tackle the homework, my teacher assigns.

And there will I keep you forever. Yes, forever and a day. Till the walls shall crumble to ruin and molder in dust away!

Ravenous and savage from its long polar journey, the North Wind is searching for food--

Freedom weeps; wrong rules the land, and waiting justice sleeps...

The tree of liberty must be refreshed from time to time with the blood of patriots and tyrants.

The painted leaves are strewn along the winding way.

Can I have one of your chips?

Jeff probably should have said "Thanks" after James saved his life.

I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide, welling and swelling I bear in the tide. Leaving behind nights of terror and fear I rise.

The graveyard of my soul is filled with flowers, so that I may stroll in mediation at my ease.