Atticus the Zoorble

In a faraway place

Admist sparkling stars

in that vacuum of space

Is a planet called Zars

Zars is a land

Wherethe Zoorbles do roam

Bemeath bright colored planets

to them it is home

The zoorbles are special,

From their horns to their toes

they're covered with specles

From their feet to theor nose

And these Zoorbles ar proud

Oh yez, proud indeed

With their six legs and horns

And their dominance of speed

Now Atticus Zoorble,

He stood out a lot

He really was different,

he had not one spot.

His mane was quite wild,

It could not be tamed

His legs counted seven

Sohe walked as thoigh lamed

Every year on the eve

Of Zoorble-Hoorble Day,

The zoorbles traveled

Down the Woorble way

All except Atticus

Who was seen with disdain

Because he was different,

He was told to remain

So as they all left

He sat there and cried

He was more than appearance,

He was like them inside

Whe grazing alone

In his deep reverie

He heard a great shriek

It was not one of glee

He lifted his head

and pondered the noise

then went at a trot

Towards the forest of Zoise

Now the forest of Zoise

Had the mud hole of Gif

On the slippery path

To Ziffer van Dif

And the forest of Zoise

Sat on Woorble Way

And the mud he of Zif

Caught Zoorbles that day

Zoorbles who struggled

And wiggled and called

For the help of another

as their journey was stalled

Now Atticus saw them

And hurried with speed

Hoping he could give them

The help they did need

Those Zoorble saw him

And cried out in glee

For Atticus had come

To set them all free

Mattered not did his stripes

His mane, leg, nor horn

He got them all out

No more did they scorn

They thought him a hero

And said just as much

They gave him the trophy

Of Zimmer van Dutch

So that is the story

Of Atticus the Zoorble

Who saved his new friends

From something so horrible

Dreams

Troughout our lives, we dream lots of things. When we're kids, we want to be astronauts, princesses, as we grow up, we laugh at ever believing that such things were possible, and allow ourselves to believe in knew things. Sometimes these t,dreams are places we want to go, people we want to see. In others, they're what we want to achieve, who we want to be. For all of my life, I have been a dreamer. I have always believed that wherever I lack something, I make up for in imagination, for, as I have grown older, even though I may have grown out of drea,s of being a princess or of being a wizard that attends Hogwarts, I still dream impossibly big. You know what's nice? When those big dreams, the ones people you won't happen, come true. Recently I had the chance to see and go inside of the Saint Louis Arch. I suppose there aremany reasons that I wanted that, Percy Jackson, my love of architecture, but beyond getting to achieve this, I fohnd another love, a love for the City of Saint Louis that is somehow perfect and beautiful in it's own right. I suppose what I see could easily be written of for a traveler's love for a place beyond their own home, and tobe fair,that wouldn't be unlike me. I am proud,.for a reason that often evades even myself, for the fact that I canview this world not only with the eyes of someone who has grown and come to understand, but also through the curious lens of a child, a brilliant place of satrtling technicolor.