Monday, September 5, 2011

Scourgebc's Artwork

Hey jammers! Scourgebc is the newest member of the Spirit Blog group! She is a great artist, and has already sent in some.
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Click here to see her awesome blog!
I hope all you jammers enjoy this amazing work!

5 comments:

  1. Cute CockapoosSeptember 6, 2011 at 4:47 PM

    Hope you like this:)
    A Leaf
    I look up,
    A leaf is falling,
    From a tree,
    Swift and graceful,
    As beautiful as could be.

    It falls into a stream..
    It drifts back and forth.
    And now that it’s wet,
    the leaf is shriveled and smaller.
    But its journey continues yet.

    Now the sun rises,
    And in a day’s time,
    The river is more,
    Leaving fish gasping for breath,
    and the leaf; the one that isn’t poor of life.

    The wind sweeps up the leaf,
    It brings it over a valley,
    Over a rocky land,
    to a small street,
    and into my hand.
    I'll have more soon, but I'm a bit busy with other stores:)
    And...To Scourgebc:
    AWESOME ARTWORK! I wish I could draw the good:)

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  2. Cute CockapoosSeptember 6, 2011 at 4:48 PM

    Oops, sorry, here's the real poem (I made a mistake in the other one):
    A Leaf
    I look up,
    A leaf is falling,
    From a tree,
    Swift and graceful,
    As beautiful as could be.

    It falls into a stream..
    It drifts back and forth.
    And now that it’s wet,
    the leaf is shriveled and smaller.
    But its journey continues yet.

    Now the sun rises,
    And in a day’s time,
    The river is no more,
    Leaving fish gasping for breath,
    and the leaf; the one that isn’t poor of life.

    The wind sweeps up the leaf,
    It brings it over a valley,
    Over a rocky land,
    to a small street,
    and into my hand.

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  3. Cute CockapoosSeptember 6, 2011 at 5:16 PM

    And another:D

    Shadow
    A wolf casts its shadow,
    over a hill,
    and I see it,
    It stretches to the abandoned windmill.

    A bird,
    nothing more than a young sparrow,
    Her shadow casts on the ground,
    in and out, in the shape of an arrow.

    The small shadows that scared you as a child,
    are now a part of life,
    You see it everywhere,
    And it startles me, like the blade of a knife.

    And now I like at my own.
    I life my leg, she lifts her leg,
    I smile, she doesn’t.
    I plead, she begs.

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  4. Snowyclaw JamaaSeptember 7, 2011 at 1:05 AM

    @Oranoo
    Just send in artwork to my email (animaljamspirit@gmail.com) and I can lead you from there! There is a small blurb about Spirit Artists on the main blog in the left column.
    ~Snowyclaw

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  5. MetropolisDecember 18, 2011 at 5:53 PM

    WOW, my favorite artist (so far) is scourgebc for sure!

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