What are Ozlandish Writings?

From July 2010 to December 2014 we ran OZLAND PICTURE STORIES as described below. Sadly though the number of writers reduced over the years and we decided to call it a day. We leave these as a record of the good times we had.

Are "You" ready to challenge your writing skills? Then participate in our OZLAND Picture Stories writing series at The Ozland Art Gallery.

Each month a new picture will be picked, from our OZLAND Artist of the Month collection, with different themes. Your goal is to write a 500-1000 word... poem... essay... or story about the picture picked. This is a chance for you to challenge your writing skills each month. Story can be written in ANY genre... sci fi... romance... ghost... fantasy... fiction... non-fiction... biography... mystery... historical... whatever your writing genre... feel free to experiment. Send your writing inworld to Sven Pertelson as a notecard to have it included on the web site. We meet at the The Ozland Art Gallery each Wednesday at Noon and 6pm SLT to read the latest submissions on voice. More Information

Saturday, January 22, 2011

Growing up Tad by Llola Lane

Growing up Tad by Llola Lane
(inspired by the Watercolor Artwork, Reflections in the Ether by SkyBlue Earthboy)

I open my eyes and what do I see?
A world of wonder all about me.

Plants and fish are all around
they swish and sway and make a lovely sound.

Brothers and sisters are around me too
I swim with them in this world so new.

I am guarded and guided by my mom and dad.
so the world doesn't get me... I'm just a wee lad.

As the months go by I grow up to be strong
with my parents to lead me... what could go wrong?

Soon my tail will fade and go away
and in it's place arms and legs will stay

Til then I'll explore every part of this place
and even that lily pad above my face.

I swim til I reach the lily pads' top
and breath the air til my lungs say stop.

Then down I go and again I swim
into the dark where it is dim.

I spend my days more and more up high
on that lily pad where I can eat a fly.

My tail's all gone now and my legs are long
I hop and I jump and can sing a new song.

That lily pad has become my home
and a nice inspiration for this poem.

For now you know of the life of a tad
I just hope this poem isn't too bad!

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