white and tall somewhere at the top of a mountain
clear and fresh is the air as the bird takes off and soars
in a downward spiral towards a huge waterfall
landing nearby on the branch of a willow tree
katlyn
cranes are large. they help build things. crane operators make hundreds of thousands of dollars a year. I like cranes. Cranes are cool! Cranes can cause major accidents. Cranes are also birds. Beautiful birds. That make beautiful noises. Cranes are large birds and travel long distances.
SRG
Like a crane, Lauren thought. No other word popped to mind at the moment. That is what she first felt when she set eyes on the Doctor- cold, calculating, reptilian, with a physique like a crane. She could barely tell, but this very same cranelike character would cause insurmountable amounts of complications for her and the team before the day had ended.
Ike
i think the next female i get close to will be one of these birds. I still wont know enough about them to save me …….
mr584903
Hmmm I wonder if we are talking about a crane as in the guy that flies or the machine that lifts heavy things high up. I think it would it more fun writing about the crane that flies. It must be amazing soaring high above the house enjoying the sights from way up high. However, it would be scary to meet an airplane way up there!
The crane is a symbol of peace. She smiles every time she sees a crane. Beloved me. I will fold paper cranes until I die. 1000 paper cranes. My wish is to live. A miracle needs to come. Don’t fall in love with me. She gives him a paper crane as a gift.
K.Tram
The crane perched atop the lotus in a vision to represent eternity. She woke, shaking the dreams from her lashes as her lids fluttered open.
Roane
The crane sat on the shore, contemplating which fish he should reach out and grab. In only a few quick seconds, he’d have a meal.
i i think in a bird beautiful and big satanding on a tree surronded by diferent colors and looking at the sky .
mariana
I had a crane his name was George
I lived with him in a little forge
We used to laugh and skip and play
But then he disappeared one day
I looked so far from sea to sea
But he did not come back to me
He left me with a present true
It was a b
Amy
Flying in the sky like the origami. the paper of the wings, the height of the flight. the crane spreads its wings like the arms of a loving hug. except this hug is too divine, untouchable for humans.
Veronica Burt
The black crane was staring at me like I did something wrong or maybe it was my conscience talking. Im imagining things or maybe they are signs screaming to me, saying that I shouldnt have, I shouldnt have and that crane is still staring at me.
ale
A man once told me that if you make one thousand paper cranes you will have good luck for the rest of your life. He was wrong.
Katherine
skull, white and unfluffy marshmallow with the taste of dust
Maco
alights the night horizon. my daughter loves. I stretch to see. take flight. folded and created.
John craned his neck to reach David’s mouth, possessing it with a dominating bite to his lip as he pinned him against the back of the door. He nipped softly at David’s adam’s apple with a soft growl of “mine,” eliciting a soft whimper beneath his lips.
a construction site. diggers. a bird. beautiful. peaceful. flew across at the river. reminds me of Dumbo, even though that is a stork. long, tall bird. lifts heavy things. dangerous. rusty. simply. all the same height.
Grace
A bird – the whooping crane is near extinction – many cranes migrate through San Antonio, NM wildlife refuge
The national bird of Texas – due to the large amount of construction always taking place
Jim Carlton
Cranes are something beautiful. I’ve often heard about myths that consider them to be honored beings, but to me they’re just birds. Birds are ugly, birds poop, and birds fly when they poop. I like them anyways. Cranes.
Talon Jennings
cranes make me think of creating or flying. What if the wright brothers were inspired by the word crane?
matthew
my dad took my sister and me on a walk through some woods in southern saint paul, along some river. i don’t remember which one. he’d point out to us, out by a little boggy area, where there would sometimes be a crane hiding out, behind some bushes. it would come out when we would be on our way back to our car, standing out int he middle of the pond in the bog, staring up. never noticed us.
achilles sangster ii
I cant believe what to expect of this website. I stumble on it and I see the word crane. I dont know what to think, my mind is racing, knowing that I only have 60 seconds to write. I struggle to think. I like this page.
Juan
A stick old people use or sometimes dancers use, and a type of bird tall and slim usually white.Also machines sometimes have it to grab stuff.
michelle
There was once a crane…it lived in a tall tree in the middle of Alaska. This crane fed on weasels mostly, but from time to time it enjoyed a delicious beer. You see, after some time this crane became an alcoholic, but thanks to AA, it recovered fully.
Chase
We are building the tower that will turn the clouds into chocolate milk. We will rain it down on the yes we will turn all the water into chocolate by drop by drop and when the milk goes off there will be children crying on the beaches, when the milk goes sour we will go across the ocean with pegs on our noses, we will find the centre of the land masses of the Earth and dig a hole underground, the smell will be so bad. But there will always be the chocolate.
crabmuffins
A stick old people use to walk because its hard for them and dancers sometimes use them, also a type of bird that is tall and usually white. machines sometimes have cranes for grabbing things.
michelle
I’ve always wanted to hang out at the top of a really tall crane. Seeing everything for miles around, not afraid of falling. If someone I trusted was at the controls I could even get swung around up there. I’d crane my neck all around to take everything in.
The crane made a loud and awful creak as it struggled to move the enormous concrete block. All of the workers stopped and stared at the horrifying sound. None of them spoke a word but all of them were thinking the same thing: will it be able to sustain the weight or will it fall and crush every last one of them?
Emmy
the crane is free and has the capacity to fly as high as it can with no feeling of guilt or distress at all. pretty much i dont know what to write but this sounded interesting to look at.also i do not even know what a crane is but this little website thing told me to just write and not think so that is what i am doing also i have always just hated country music and everyone asks me why so i just say i dont know and then i started listening to it and now its kind of enjoyable, but just kind of.
paige
paper cranes were hanging from up above, from the yards and yards of rope hanging in between the science and the english block. white birds over the perfect dust blue sky, just before sunset, when everything is golden and your laughter sounded like crystal; the situation is still playing in my mind, ad imperitura memoria.
It’s paper, yet it lends itself otherwise as it’s form (in belonging to itself) is tantamount to that which it is, and in not being paper it is strong in lifting other forms, unlike itself, or perhaps much like itself. So what does this mean? Simply, it lives and breathes much like ourselves, but only in so much as it is, or was, alive, and if not it is a mover when moved.
Varkias
I would hear the cranes as I sat in the back of the truck in the sleeper. I would worry when my dad didn’t come back for a long period of time. And all I kept hearing was that crane. I kept thinking what if he’s hurt? what if that crane… that stupid stupid crane has hurt him? Then he would come back and get in and ask “are you ready for the next place?” Which was always a “yes”
The crane swooped across the lake, diving low and grabbing a fish before disappearing into the mist. The lone photographer barely caught the tip of the bird’s wing before it was gone. He reflected that this gorgeous bird was much better than a metal crane.
Kit
The long wings of the crane arched before its long legs bent toward it’s flight. The journey would now begin.
Joel SCHNEIDER
When I see the crane, I see beauty. A beautiful, slender body perched precariously on slender legs. It’s like the world, like life. Beautiful, but precarious. I cannot help but watch.
The huge metal beams that once supported the building, my livelihood, my life, were lifted away in one swoop by the crane.
leah
wat what is a crane whata okay umm i was walking witha cane and fell on the conrcrete thats it oww old man
JODY WHATEVER
San Francisco. All the cranes in the water. My sister saying she wants to slide down that thing. The bird. Kung Fu Panda. Me, my sister, my mom, and my grandma wanting to see Kung Fu Panda 2.
white and tall somewhere at the top of a mountain
clear and fresh is the air as the bird takes off and soars
in a downward spiral towards a huge waterfall
landing nearby on the branch of a willow tree
cranes are large. they help build things. crane operators make hundreds of thousands of dollars a year. I like cranes. Cranes are cool! Cranes can cause major accidents. Cranes are also birds. Beautiful birds. That make beautiful noises. Cranes are large birds and travel long distances.
Like a crane, Lauren thought. No other word popped to mind at the moment. That is what she first felt when she set eyes on the Doctor- cold, calculating, reptilian, with a physique like a crane. She could barely tell, but this very same cranelike character would cause insurmountable amounts of complications for her and the team before the day had ended.
i think the next female i get close to will be one of these birds. I still wont know enough about them to save me …….
Hmmm I wonder if we are talking about a crane as in the guy that flies or the machine that lifts heavy things high up. I think it would it more fun writing about the crane that flies. It must be amazing soaring high above the house enjoying the sights from way up high. However, it would be scary to meet an airplane way up there!
the huge noisy machine. the sign of attribute of human to eloit the nature.
The crane is a symbol of peace. She smiles every time she sees a crane. Beloved me. I will fold paper cranes until I die. 1000 paper cranes. My wish is to live. A miracle needs to come. Don’t fall in love with me. She gives him a paper crane as a gift.
The crane perched atop the lotus in a vision to represent eternity. She woke, shaking the dreams from her lashes as her lids fluttered open.
The crane sat on the shore, contemplating which fish he should reach out and grab. In only a few quick seconds, he’d have a meal.
i i think in a bird beautiful and big satanding on a tree surronded by diferent colors and looking at the sky .
I had a crane his name was George
I lived with him in a little forge
We used to laugh and skip and play
But then he disappeared one day
I looked so far from sea to sea
But he did not come back to me
He left me with a present true
It was a b
Flying in the sky like the origami. the paper of the wings, the height of the flight. the crane spreads its wings like the arms of a loving hug. except this hug is too divine, untouchable for humans.
The black crane was staring at me like I did something wrong or maybe it was my conscience talking. Im imagining things or maybe they are signs screaming to me, saying that I shouldnt have, I shouldnt have and that crane is still staring at me.
A man once told me that if you make one thousand paper cranes you will have good luck for the rest of your life. He was wrong.
skull, white and unfluffy marshmallow with the taste of dust
alights the night horizon. my daughter loves. I stretch to see. take flight. folded and created.
John craned his neck to reach David’s mouth, possessing it with a dominating bite to his lip as he pinned him against the back of the door. He nipped softly at David’s adam’s apple with a soft growl of “mine,” eliciting a soft whimper beneath his lips.
a construction site. diggers. a bird. beautiful. peaceful. flew across at the river. reminds me of Dumbo, even though that is a stork. long, tall bird. lifts heavy things. dangerous. rusty. simply. all the same height.
A bird – the whooping crane is near extinction – many cranes migrate through San Antonio, NM wildlife refuge
The national bird of Texas – due to the large amount of construction always taking place
Cranes are something beautiful. I’ve often heard about myths that consider them to be honored beings, but to me they’re just birds. Birds are ugly, birds poop, and birds fly when they poop. I like them anyways. Cranes.
cranes make me think of creating or flying. What if the wright brothers were inspired by the word crane?
my dad took my sister and me on a walk through some woods in southern saint paul, along some river. i don’t remember which one. he’d point out to us, out by a little boggy area, where there would sometimes be a crane hiding out, behind some bushes. it would come out when we would be on our way back to our car, standing out int he middle of the pond in the bog, staring up. never noticed us.
I cant believe what to expect of this website. I stumble on it and I see the word crane. I dont know what to think, my mind is racing, knowing that I only have 60 seconds to write. I struggle to think. I like this page.
A stick old people use or sometimes dancers use, and a type of bird tall and slim usually white.Also machines sometimes have it to grab stuff.
There was once a crane…it lived in a tall tree in the middle of Alaska. This crane fed on weasels mostly, but from time to time it enjoyed a delicious beer. You see, after some time this crane became an alcoholic, but thanks to AA, it recovered fully.
We are building the tower that will turn the clouds into chocolate milk. We will rain it down on the yes we will turn all the water into chocolate by drop by drop and when the milk goes off there will be children crying on the beaches, when the milk goes sour we will go across the ocean with pegs on our noses, we will find the centre of the land masses of the Earth and dig a hole underground, the smell will be so bad. But there will always be the chocolate.
A stick old people use to walk because its hard for them and dancers sometimes use them, also a type of bird that is tall and usually white. machines sometimes have cranes for grabbing things.
I’ve always wanted to hang out at the top of a really tall crane. Seeing everything for miles around, not afraid of falling. If someone I trusted was at the controls I could even get swung around up there. I’d crane my neck all around to take everything in.
La cénacle de ton
temps igiture de
nacelle loup et ¬
The crane made a loud and awful creak as it struggled to move the enormous concrete block. All of the workers stopped and stared at the horrifying sound. None of them spoke a word but all of them were thinking the same thing: will it be able to sustain the weight or will it fall and crush every last one of them?
the crane is free and has the capacity to fly as high as it can with no feeling of guilt or distress at all. pretty much i dont know what to write but this sounded interesting to look at.also i do not even know what a crane is but this little website thing told me to just write and not think so that is what i am doing also i have always just hated country music and everyone asks me why so i just say i dont know and then i started listening to it and now its kind of enjoyable, but just kind of.
paper cranes were hanging from up above, from the yards and yards of rope hanging in between the science and the english block. white birds over the perfect dust blue sky, just before sunset, when everything is golden and your laughter sounded like crystal; the situation is still playing in my mind, ad imperitura memoria.
It’s paper, yet it lends itself otherwise as it’s form (in belonging to itself) is tantamount to that which it is, and in not being paper it is strong in lifting other forms, unlike itself, or perhaps much like itself. So what does this mean? Simply, it lives and breathes much like ourselves, but only in so much as it is, or was, alive, and if not it is a mover when moved.
I would hear the cranes as I sat in the back of the truck in the sleeper. I would worry when my dad didn’t come back for a long period of time. And all I kept hearing was that crane. I kept thinking what if he’s hurt? what if that crane… that stupid stupid crane has hurt him? Then he would come back and get in and ask “are you ready for the next place?” Which was always a “yes”
The crane swooped across the lake, diving low and grabbing a fish before disappearing into the mist. The lone photographer barely caught the tip of the bird’s wing before it was gone. He reflected that this gorgeous bird was much better than a metal crane.
The long wings of the crane arched before its long legs bent toward it’s flight. The journey would now begin.
When I see the crane, I see beauty. A beautiful, slender body perched precariously on slender legs. It’s like the world, like life. Beautiful, but precarious. I cannot help but watch.
The huge metal beams that once supported the building, my livelihood, my life, were lifted away in one swoop by the crane.
wat what is a crane whata okay umm i was walking witha cane and fell on the conrcrete thats it oww old man
San Francisco. All the cranes in the water. My sister saying she wants to slide down that thing. The bird. Kung Fu Panda. Me, my sister, my mom, and my grandma wanting to see Kung Fu Panda 2.