I was watching out the window again, this time at the sun rising above the mountain range in the distance. The Abbey was nestled deep within a beautiful and quite remote valley, filled with all sorts of natural wonders like trees and rivers and springs, and the animals here were quite varied in species too.
For instance, on that beautiful early morning at dawn, a crane flew past me so close that I swore I could feel the draft of her wings against my skin. I pulled my knees up to my chin and smiled into my pajama pants, just happy to have witnessed it.
The crane came down in a harsh arc and scooped Steven’s car into the night air. It was just like in his dream. There had to be a reason these things kept attacking.
Raymond Masters
In the hotel room there are people making cranes
and those cranes are moving up and out and into the sky and it is crazy but i know it and the sun is light and there are people everywhere
and the cranes will tun to real birds and they will fly away
one a
k
Cranes, like paper. Origami. Chinese. Fold a thousand and you’r given a wish….or so they say. They as in the Chinese. So fold them. Pet ’em. Feed ’em if you wish. Not the paper ones. Real ones. In a lake somewhere…or maybe a pond…
A crane kick? Really? A crane kick? That’s the unstoppable move. A take down. A counter punch. Waiting. All of these would have stopped the crane kick. But it worked. Damn it worked.
I crane my neck to see what is in front of me. Normally, I’m not this nosy, but from the serious, stoic looks on the face of the people surrounding the scene, I can tell it’s not something good and it’s getting the best of me. I’m nervous, already feeling a heavy weight in my stomach, though I doubt I’d even know the person. As I drive to the side to offer help, I pray to God that the people are alright. I walk over to the scene and see an older man lying on the pavement. Gasping, tears glisten in my eyes as I see who it is. All I can utter is a weak “daddy!”
Cranes are beautiful birds. Or weird “karate” moves that kids make up. It’s interesting. And fun to say. There’s not really much to write about, because it doesn’t interest me that much. But I do enjoy saying it. So I think I’ll just BS the rest of this as I repeat “crane” over and over. Ok, thanks. Bye <3.
Madi
crane like as in bird? is that even a type of bird? i like birds i really wish i could fly. crane like a thing to pick things up? how heavy of an item could a crane pick up? could a crane pick up a building? or an elephant? if i had a crane all the things id pick up. or if i had a pet crane id play with it so much
Kat
Long long long long long long long long long long long
Legs and necks…………………………….
Lindsay
Her neck cranked a rigid 180 degrees moving slowly like a mechanical crane. Her eyes, all brow, peered over her glasses like laser beams. She didn’t see me.
Crane. This reminds me of an episode of SpongeBob. Skill Crane. My favorite part is when Squidward tries to pick up his remote, but he can’t because he views his hand as the crane. And he sucks at grabbing things with the crane machine. So, instead he uses his eye and gets hurt. :]
Brittany
It was there, I saw it. Just moments ago. At mikes house, it landed by the trampoline, looked at me, walk to me, and flew away. it was like a dream, and I’ll never forget it. as long as I may live, That Crane will always be by Mikes Trampoline.
Dan O Malley
A beautiful bird, from which its characteristics I may not recall. Crane also sounds like the supporter Dr. House uses to aid in his walking, that reminds me of Dr. Cuddy, did she ended with House? Gosh, I never see t.v.
Zyanya
Cranes. While I was growing up, I saw them everywhere. I spent most of my childhood around building constructions, as my city was still young, building up to be what it is now.
The crane stood in the field, one of many, but he was special, unique, he knew something the others didn’t. He knew a secret and was alone with the knowledge. Sometimes he wished he didn’t know, sometimes he wished he was just like the others, just so he had someone to talk to.
Crane. Orange. Tall. A symbol of the majestic wonder that man created for himself, and a reflection of the questions he never meant to ask. A hulk of metal, yes. A hulk of intent? Hardly.
Isaac Lyman
It flew as if had no sense of direction. It was dazed, lost. It had no consciousness, the mind a papa crane, the body of a live one.
Crane was new to living on his own. He needed to capture a prey so he could prove to himself that living off the vegetation was his choice and not because he did not possess the skills to live carnivorously. He decided today was the day. He peered down from his post at the edge of his cliff over the crystal waters of his homely lake. It was there he spotted a golden and blue hued carp sparkling beneath the sun-kissed blue-green waters. He knew that this was the fish he’d been waiting for. With a breath of air, and not a second thought, he launched himself over the edge and plunged towards the lake. Instinct kicked in just seconds after the plunge. He steadied himself over the lake as he dipped his beak slightly in the crisp waters. As if he had done this every day before the next, he retrieved the shimmering burst of scales. He directed himself back to his post. It was there he peered at his prize. The gold and blue shone in the glare of the sun. That was not all that shone. The glassy black bead at the head of the fish gazed back at him. It was then the crane noticed the despairing look in his foe’s eyes. It was then he knew that this accomplishment was not to be at a loss of another friend in nature. He then retrieved the fish into his mouth once more as he threw himself off the cliff over the waters and released it back in to its habitat.
Kiley A
the crane was the first fold i learned in origami. it’s simple, yet beautiful. it makes you realize how the japanese put so much stock in luck and fortune. every fold of the crane reminds you of the beauty of tradition and with folding.
I like cranes. They lift things that are pretty heavy…I’m not sure what else I like about them other than they are useful but that’s okay. They are still cool. It’s a bird, it’s a plane, it’s a CRANE! That rhymed! I like to make rhymes about things a lot I think they really bring out my creative side.
Maria
Crane’s neck hook?
Or is a crane the large building maker, the greatest tool created. Build buildings, build civilization or the corner stone of modern life, build the highest love of modernity.
Chuck Lit
Once a crane appeared at my window and told me, “Look to the clouds and look for the small dots and grey wrapping paper.” Naturally, I thought this was strange and thought nothing of it, but I did look out into the clouds. I saw dots growing, enlarging towards the corners of my eyes. Grey wrapping paper stretching over the skies. I soon realised I was turning blind.
one thousand paper cranes that lewis made. i thought he was making them for me, that he would give them to me and wish for our love to grow. but he didn’t. and he won’t. lewis isn’t folding paper cranes anymore. he’s given up that beautiful art.
Eliza
i craned my neck trying to find the look in his face. i needed to see the face that was so beautiful, the face that made me wake up every morning, with a smile plastered on, in hopes that i would be able to see him, let alone talk to him. if only i could say a quick ‘hi.’ or a ‘wow, it’s hot out today.’ that would honestly be enough for me. i just wanted a simple little effect that somehow would spark my name into his beautiful mind. hes beautiful.
I ease my pain
Upon the sight of a crane.
I have no medium to say thanks.
Yet the sight,
So still…
But still
I only can appreciate
bradley a
I’ve driven a bulldozer, but I’ve never operated a crane. I really want to.
Matt
A crane is a bird I see sit upon the lake side. I stare and watch as it quickly flies into the next area of water. It’s beautiful, but quick. I want pictures, but it is far too shy. I want that crane you see, but I mustn’t its not for me!
he sat at the edge of the bog with his fluorescent stick legs poking through the grimy soggy mud bottom of the marsh. His orange beak scuttled along the surface of the water, looking haphazardly for minnows and waterbugs as the sun ticked slowly by in the azure sky.
three strong strokes and we passed him.
“we’re faster than last summer,” ben comments as paddle the canoe farther and farther upstream.
Dr. Frasier Crane… I used change the channel when I was a kid.. but then, as I grew older… I found it funny.. stopped to watch an episode., eventually started to watch it regularly.. :)
he sat at the edge of the bog with his fluorescent stick legs poking through the grimy soggy mud bottom of the marsh. His orange beak scuttled along the surface of the water, looking haphazardly for minnows and waterbugs
hannah
I wish i had a pet crane!
Why is there a crane in my bathroom?
will i ever eat crane?
cj
The bird was a crane. It was white with many feathers. I have never seen something so graceful standing beside the edge of the pond. Its grace was unyielding.
Lisa Jacobs
Crane I wish I was you. It’s hot in Texas and your standing water and I envy right now.
jessica
white
simplicity
beautiful, generous
paper
gentle, loving
never seen before
want
will not be able to
before i finish
don’t know what i ever thought
and
i craned my neck out the window and saw her. racing down the stairs i found her still standing, shocked, in my front yard. nothing would stop her from telling the world. blabbing the very thing i have worked my life to keep a secret.
Tatum
there are cranes that lift things that the smaller machines cannot manage the are man’d but humans mostly men although sometimes manned by women they are also a bird that the japenese hold quite
kirsty
the cranes outside of the vpac, the ones that soar so high above me. all the paper cranes of many colors. some asian proverb says that whoever receives 1000 paper cranes can make one wish. but it doesn’t matter if i got 1 million paper cranes. my only wish came true: he came back to me. and he still loves me.
origamis. my sapanses friends would make some in class. one would fly up in the middle of a class session and lecture. it would transform into a real life crane. it would eat all of my fish for lunch. and i would be left with nothing for lunch. therefore i would go to the vending machine and buy a bag of chips.
skye
I had to crane my neck to see her walking in the parade down the middle of Charles Street as if she owned the street and had marched forever away from her friend swho barely recognized her beyond the baton that she twirled her eyes never leaving the silver tip of that wand.
I was watching out the window again, this time at the sun rising above the mountain range in the distance. The Abbey was nestled deep within a beautiful and quite remote valley, filled with all sorts of natural wonders like trees and rivers and springs, and the animals here were quite varied in species too.
For instance, on that beautiful early morning at dawn, a crane flew past me so close that I swore I could feel the draft of her wings against my skin. I pulled my knees up to my chin and smiled into my pajama pants, just happy to have witnessed it.
The crane came down in a harsh arc and scooped Steven’s car into the night air. It was just like in his dream. There had to be a reason these things kept attacking.
In the hotel room there are people making cranes
and those cranes are moving up and out and into the sky and it is crazy but i know it and the sun is light and there are people everywhere
and the cranes will tun to real birds and they will fly away
one a
Cranes, like paper. Origami. Chinese. Fold a thousand and you’r given a wish….or so they say. They as in the Chinese. So fold them. Pet ’em. Feed ’em if you wish. Not the paper ones. Real ones. In a lake somewhere…or maybe a pond…
The crane lighted on a rock about a hundred feet from our boat. “Will you fly with me, Amy?” he asked. “Will you come with me someday?”
A crane kick? Really? A crane kick? That’s the unstoppable move. A take down. A counter punch. Waiting. All of these would have stopped the crane kick. But it worked. Damn it worked.
I crane my neck to see what is in front of me. Normally, I’m not this nosy, but from the serious, stoic looks on the face of the people surrounding the scene, I can tell it’s not something good and it’s getting the best of me. I’m nervous, already feeling a heavy weight in my stomach, though I doubt I’d even know the person. As I drive to the side to offer help, I pray to God that the people are alright. I walk over to the scene and see an older man lying on the pavement. Gasping, tears glisten in my eyes as I see who it is. All I can utter is a weak “daddy!”
Cranes are beautiful birds. Or weird “karate” moves that kids make up. It’s interesting. And fun to say. There’s not really much to write about, because it doesn’t interest me that much. But I do enjoy saying it. So I think I’ll just BS the rest of this as I repeat “crane” over and over. Ok, thanks. Bye <3.
crane like as in bird? is that even a type of bird? i like birds i really wish i could fly. crane like a thing to pick things up? how heavy of an item could a crane pick up? could a crane pick up a building? or an elephant? if i had a crane all the things id pick up. or if i had a pet crane id play with it so much
Long long long long long long long long long long long
Legs and necks…………………………….
Her neck cranked a rigid 180 degrees moving slowly like a mechanical crane. Her eyes, all brow, peered over her glasses like laser beams. She didn’t see me.
Crane. This reminds me of an episode of SpongeBob. Skill Crane. My favorite part is when Squidward tries to pick up his remote, but he can’t because he views his hand as the crane. And he sucks at grabbing things with the crane machine. So, instead he uses his eye and gets hurt. :]
It was there, I saw it. Just moments ago. At mikes house, it landed by the trampoline, looked at me, walk to me, and flew away. it was like a dream, and I’ll never forget it. as long as I may live, That Crane will always be by Mikes Trampoline.
A beautiful bird, from which its characteristics I may not recall. Crane also sounds like the supporter Dr. House uses to aid in his walking, that reminds me of Dr. Cuddy, did she ended with House? Gosh, I never see t.v.
Cranes. While I was growing up, I saw them everywhere. I spent most of my childhood around building constructions, as my city was still young, building up to be what it is now.
The crane stood in the field, one of many, but he was special, unique, he knew something the others didn’t. He knew a secret and was alone with the knowledge. Sometimes he wished he didn’t know, sometimes he wished he was just like the others, just so he had someone to talk to.
Crane. Orange. Tall. A symbol of the majestic wonder that man created for himself, and a reflection of the questions he never meant to ask. A hulk of metal, yes. A hulk of intent? Hardly.
It flew as if had no sense of direction. It was dazed, lost. It had no consciousness, the mind a papa crane, the body of a live one.
Crane was new to living on his own. He needed to capture a prey so he could prove to himself that living off the vegetation was his choice and not because he did not possess the skills to live carnivorously. He decided today was the day. He peered down from his post at the edge of his cliff over the crystal waters of his homely lake. It was there he spotted a golden and blue hued carp sparkling beneath the sun-kissed blue-green waters. He knew that this was the fish he’d been waiting for. With a breath of air, and not a second thought, he launched himself over the edge and plunged towards the lake. Instinct kicked in just seconds after the plunge. He steadied himself over the lake as he dipped his beak slightly in the crisp waters. As if he had done this every day before the next, he retrieved the shimmering burst of scales. He directed himself back to his post. It was there he peered at his prize. The gold and blue shone in the glare of the sun. That was not all that shone. The glassy black bead at the head of the fish gazed back at him. It was then the crane noticed the despairing look in his foe’s eyes. It was then he knew that this accomplishment was not to be at a loss of another friend in nature. He then retrieved the fish into his mouth once more as he threw himself off the cliff over the waters and released it back in to its habitat.
the crane was the first fold i learned in origami. it’s simple, yet beautiful. it makes you realize how the japanese put so much stock in luck and fortune. every fold of the crane reminds you of the beauty of tradition and with folding.
I like cranes. They lift things that are pretty heavy…I’m not sure what else I like about them other than they are useful but that’s okay. They are still cool. It’s a bird, it’s a plane, it’s a CRANE! That rhymed! I like to make rhymes about things a lot I think they really bring out my creative side.
Crane’s neck hook?
Or is a crane the large building maker, the greatest tool created. Build buildings, build civilization or the corner stone of modern life, build the highest love of modernity.
Once a crane appeared at my window and told me, “Look to the clouds and look for the small dots and grey wrapping paper.” Naturally, I thought this was strange and thought nothing of it, but I did look out into the clouds. I saw dots growing, enlarging towards the corners of my eyes. Grey wrapping paper stretching over the skies. I soon realised I was turning blind.
one thousand paper cranes that lewis made. i thought he was making them for me, that he would give them to me and wish for our love to grow. but he didn’t. and he won’t. lewis isn’t folding paper cranes anymore. he’s given up that beautiful art.
i craned my neck trying to find the look in his face. i needed to see the face that was so beautiful, the face that made me wake up every morning, with a smile plastered on, in hopes that i would be able to see him, let alone talk to him. if only i could say a quick ‘hi.’ or a ‘wow, it’s hot out today.’ that would honestly be enough for me. i just wanted a simple little effect that somehow would spark my name into his beautiful mind. hes beautiful.
I ease my pain
Upon the sight of a crane.
I have no medium to say thanks.
Yet the sight,
So still…
But still
I only can appreciate
I’ve driven a bulldozer, but I’ve never operated a crane. I really want to.
A crane is a bird I see sit upon the lake side. I stare and watch as it quickly flies into the next area of water. It’s beautiful, but quick. I want pictures, but it is far too shy. I want that crane you see, but I mustn’t its not for me!
he sat at the edge of the bog with his fluorescent stick legs poking through the grimy soggy mud bottom of the marsh. His orange beak scuttled along the surface of the water, looking haphazardly for minnows and waterbugs as the sun ticked slowly by in the azure sky.
three strong strokes and we passed him.
“we’re faster than last summer,” ben comments as paddle the canoe farther and farther upstream.
Dr. Frasier Crane… I used change the channel when I was a kid.. but then, as I grew older… I found it funny.. stopped to watch an episode., eventually started to watch it regularly.. :)
he sat at the edge of the bog with his fluorescent stick legs poking through the grimy soggy mud bottom of the marsh. His orange beak scuttled along the surface of the water, looking haphazardly for minnows and waterbugs
I wish i had a pet crane!
Why is there a crane in my bathroom?
will i ever eat crane?
The bird was a crane. It was white with many feathers. I have never seen something so graceful standing beside the edge of the pond. Its grace was unyielding.
Crane I wish I was you. It’s hot in Texas and your standing water and I envy right now.
white
simplicity
beautiful, generous
paper
gentle, loving
never seen before
want
will not be able to
before i finish
don’t know what i ever thought
i craned my neck out the window and saw her. racing down the stairs i found her still standing, shocked, in my front yard. nothing would stop her from telling the world. blabbing the very thing i have worked my life to keep a secret.
there are cranes that lift things that the smaller machines cannot manage the are man’d but humans mostly men although sometimes manned by women they are also a bird that the japenese hold quite
the cranes outside of the vpac, the ones that soar so high above me. all the paper cranes of many colors. some asian proverb says that whoever receives 1000 paper cranes can make one wish. but it doesn’t matter if i got 1 million paper cranes. my only wish came true: he came back to me. and he still loves me.
origamis. my sapanses friends would make some in class. one would fly up in the middle of a class session and lecture. it would transform into a real life crane. it would eat all of my fish for lunch. and i would be left with nothing for lunch. therefore i would go to the vending machine and buy a bag of chips.
I had to crane my neck to see her walking in the parade down the middle of Charles Street as if she owned the street and had marched forever away from her friend swho barely recognized her beyond the baton that she twirled her eyes never leaving the silver tip of that wand.