Noticing Newbies

I can't express how much I love to write and illustrate children's stories. It's almost obsessive the way I feel when words ryhme together to form a story, and how I feel know that my own mind has produced them. Not unequal to that elation I find the beauty in what is good illustration. It draws ones attention where the artist wants, and the emotion of the color mixing before your eyes homogenised with the words creates not just a picture, but "it becomes a part of you like no other reading in your whole life does!''(You've Got Mail). This is why I joined this cite, so I can become a part of this process. Please comment on my work. Here is my first story that I posted.

Clean
Outa
Sight
By,
JOE HEIMAN


Mr. Swenson loved days like this
When the sun shone through the trees,
And the wind would kick up and catch all the leaves
You see Mr. Swenson Knew what could happen with a breeze

What could wind do?
That’s easy, I knew
Then he told me a little and my curiosity grew

He told me quite a lot,
Would you like me to tell you?

Well on a day like today you can fly kites through the air,
and if your not careful that wind on that kite could blow you Anywhere…

It could blow you left

It could blow you right

That wind could blow you clean outa sight, so far and so fast
You might even take flight!

You’d go up through the trees and into the clouds,
where the birds love to sing in their huge singing crowds.
They would sing and sing with their huge lungs filled with air.
Which with all those birds and those songs could blow you elsewhere


It could fly you onto a boat with sails filled with the breeze,
as the sailors swing from ropes and do double back flips with ease.


Or even more fantastic yet,
the wind could fly you onto the President’s private jet!

He’ll tell you a secret,
and this is just between you and between me
the President is taking a flight from the U.S. to Tripoli!

Oh that wind could take you anywhere you wanted to go

To the jungle

To the beach

Or on up to the snow


That’s why Mr. Swenson loved days when the wind blew and it blew.
He just had to think of what the wind could possibly do;
he’d think for a bit and then it would come true

He was good I know, but you now know what he knew.
Mr. Swenson taught me and now I’m going to teach you!

Just close up your eyes and think of what the wind could possibly do. Think real hard for just a minute or two.

Then you’ll be in a land where that thing can come true!