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Image is: __//using words to paint a vivid picture in the reader's mind.//__ Another definition of Imagery is the use of vivid description, usually rich in sensory words, to create pictures, or images, in the reader's mind.

__**How Doth the Little Crocodile**__ __**by Lewis Carroll**__

How doth the little crocodile Improve his shining tail, And pour the waters of the Nile On every golden scale! How cheerfully he seems to grin, How neatly spreads his claws, And welcomes little fishes in With gently smiling jaws!


 * __For the Night__**
 * __by Jane Kenyon__**

The mare kicks in her darkening stall, knocks over a bucket.

The goose...

The cow keeps a peaceful brain behind her broad face.

Last light moves through cracks in the wall, over bales of hay.

And the bat let go of the rafter, falls into black air.


 * __Maple Feast__**
 * __by Frances Frost__**

Into the bit-flake sugar-snow The crystal-gathering sledges go.

Stumbling through the silver to my knees, I shout among the maple trees,

Tilt gleaming buckets of icy cold Till I am full as I can hold

Of clear bright sap, until I feel Like a maple tree from head to heel!

Then to the sugarhouse I run Where syrup, golden as the sun,

Is boiling in the crisp March air And I, as daft as a baby bear,

Eat, till my buttons burst asunder From maple sweetness, maple wonder!

__**A Writing Kind of Day**__
 * __by Ralph Fletcher__**

It is raining today, a writing kind of day.

Each word hits the page like a drop in a puddle, creating a tiny circle

of trembling feeling

that ripples out and gathers strength ringing toward the stars


 * __Dogs Rule!__**
 * __by Daniel Kirk__**

I'm a dachshund, long and lean. I'm a low-slung, pink-tongued drool machine! I'm a funny-lookin' fella but I ain't no fool.... DOGS RULE!

I'm a Great Dane, ten feet tall, more solid than a concrete wall. If you want to pet me, climb a stool! DOGS RULE!

Bulldog, corgi, Saint Bernard, from pencil-thin, to tub of lard, we'll lick your face; we'll guard your yard. We'll chase cats down the boulevard!

I'm a Dalmatian, kids, count my spots! Please take a few, 'cause I've got lots. From king-size down to minuscule, DOGS RULE!

I'm a toy poodle, boy, watch me prance! I can cancan all the way to France. I scored straight A's in beauty school.... DOGS RULE!

Afghans, sheepdogs, Pekingese, we love to bark our ABCs! We leap through flaming hoops with ease. We always say "thank you" and "please"!

I'm a greyhound, slim and sleek; around the 'hood you'll see me streak. I race like I'm on rocket fuel.... DOGS RULE!

We are dogs; we're strong and proud. We play too hard, we bark too loud! There's no other pet as cool. DOGS RULE!

__**Doghouse**__ __**by Daniel Kirk**__

My owner just built a new doghouse for me. It's the best doghouse ever come over and see! In front there's a big pair of paws made of stone, and each of the columns is shaped like a bone; in my doghouse!

My name's carved in marble right over the porch Hey, don't get too close to my big tiki torch! That's me lying there on a red velvet rug. Life's pretty cozy for this little pug, in my doghouse!

Come on inside, and I'll show you around. My stereo system has excellent sound! I've got lots of paintings in elegant frames, of dogs wearing trousers and playing card games in my doghouse!

Fishing and hunting scenes paper my walls. Do you like my collection of fresh rubber balls? My new house is perfect. What dog could want more? Say, it's getting dark better head for the door of my doghouse!

I've got to get going, so I'll say, So long. My owner's old house is the place I belong. It's nice that he built me a place of my own; but I'm just a dog. I hate sleeping alone, in my doghouse!

__**Chow-hound**__ __**by Daniel Kirk**__

I know what kind of dog I am: the kind that lives for steak and ham! My tummy makes a grumbling sound. Feed me, feed me, I'm a chowhound!

I like chicken topped with cheese. Serve me one more portion, please! Give me burgers, gently browned. Feed me, feed me, I'm a chowhound!

Give me prime beef, lamb, and rice. A T-bone steak would be so nice! I like sausage, fat and round. Feed me, feed me, I'm a chowhound!

Jerky, rawhide, leather chews those are treats that I can use! In my bowl or on the ground, feed me, feed me, I'm a chowhound!

Moist and meaty, soft and chewy... I'll eat it if it's nice and gooey! Slop that stew in one big mound. Feed me, feed me, I'm a chowhound!

Below the table, by the sink, I've looked everywhere, I think, but crumbs and scraps are all I've found. Feed me, feed me, I'm a chowhound!

I'm starving, Master, look at me! Don't make me wait in misery. Before I lose a single pound, feed me, feed me, I'm a chowhound!

__**Squirt**__ __**by Daniel Kirk**__

Someday I'm going to write a book called //What's Wrong with the Way I Look?// My head's too big. It weighs a ton. My body's like a hot dog bun!

My tail's too short. I barely wags. I'm scrawny, but my belly sags! My eyeballs stick out way too much. My nose is cold and wet to touch.

My tongue's too long. It hangs too low. I have to stand on tippytoe. My knees are lumpy as a tree, and everybody laughs at me!

I'm pale as milk. My fur's too thin. Don't look too close you'll see my skin! My ears are pointy, like a cat's; I'm smaller than a sewer rat.

My shaky legs are pencil-thin. Saliva dribbles from my chin. My bark is weak. I have no bite. I'm way too tense to sleep at night.

My crooked teeth are yellowish. My muscles? Soft as jellyfish. My whiskers dangle in the dirt. Poodles laugh and call me Squirt!

My owners would get rid of me If they could see the things I see. But they don't seem to give a hoot! What's wrong with them? //They think I'm cute!//

__**The Wind's in My Whiskers**__ __**by Daniel Kirk**__

The sky is true blue, and the sun's shining bright. The kids in their car seats are buckled in tight. The back door is open, so I leap inside. Hooray! Summer's here, and we're going for a ride.

The windows are down, so I stick out my nose, and shiver with joy from my head to my toes. We back out the driveway. I just can't wait the wind's in my whiskers, and I feel great!

The wind's in my whiskers, it ruffles my fur. The world from my window is only a blur. The air rushing by is as sweet as a kiss. Life doesn't get any better than this!

My big furry ears flap like wings in the breeze. I let my tongue dangle, as nice as you please. I'm glad there's no car seat for family pets. The life of a dog is as good as it gets!

 Here's a little entertainment for you! You have to try this to believe it. It's a little creepy.

> > **//For all of you who just love things that amaze you, do this. Follow the instructions to the letter.//** >  **Follow the instructions.**

 1.-  Click on the link below  2.- Then "click me to get trippy", 3.- Look at the center of the screen for 30 seconds (no cheating), and then 4.- Look at your hand holding the mouse, without moving it away from the mouse. **You'll be shocked at what you see.**

 ( it is called "**//cenesthetic//** **//hallucination//**")

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