i was a crane. i have no idea what to write about this. a bird comes to mind. holy shit 60s feels like a long time. if ur reading this then u’ll know tha im not good at wiriting about cranes…crane rhymes with mane, fane,
Anonymous
cranes are birds that are often made in origami
Emily
bird
Anonymous
I craned my head to see what he was reading. It was a travel magazine. “So where are you headed?” I asked, a bit nosy. “Tahiti,” he stated, “Wanna go?” I laughed thinking he was kidding, but he wasn’t laughing at all. My heart skipped a beat.
kristin
cranes are stupid
bob
A crane is an animal. Kind of like an heron. They like to eat fish. I remember hearing a story when I was younger about how chinese fishermen would use birds to catch fish. I think they used cranes. They werent allowed to eat the fish, which is sad.
Harleigh
She knelt down, her head was an inch away from the edge of her desk as she carefully creased and folded the tiny sheet of paper. Her hands trembled as she followed numerous steps, and when she was done she stared. It was supposed to be a crane – a representation of a hope, a wish. It was nothing more than a broken piece of paper, and she crushed it in her palm.
Jane
Crane. Haha, that spongebob episode was all I could think of. Curse my love for kid shows. *Stares at Phineas and Ferb* Well, 13 isn’t exaclty an adult yet so it’s all good in the neighbourhood. Uhmuhmuhm…yeah.
Abbey
There once was a crane.
The animal crane. Not the machine crane.
It was majestic and its beauty out shown every other crane.
I am the crane.
David Smith
A wondrous magnificent structure composed of really hard ass metal used only for the purposes for moving really large useless things that have no use to anybody other than obstructing traffic and creating detours. Civil engineers are to blame for this useless piece of crap, particularly ones from Texas A & M
callie Parrish
a bird
brooke
not like chickens
long
graceful
quiet
white and white but not pure
beauty does not mean peace
Rebecca
drip
drip
drip
SPLASH!
fly away
eat tonight
in the reeds
Rebecca
a stork
white bird
baby shower
random words….
can’t think of anything else
um..room divider that my grandma had
it had Asian writings upon it and cranes..i think
what’s the difference crane vs stork??
do i not know what i’m talking about…
lauren
cranes fly beauftifully among the field… not a care in the world, just wings, stabbing through the torrid air.Freedom is what it stands for. Fly away crane, fly away, far far away. I wish you well. Love, Me.
Anonymous
The tenement was destroyed.
Years of our poverty
And pain
Brought in from our corners
Never sheltered
Lay in ruins
Dashed to bits
About the dirt and pavement.
The mayor speaks
And the old ladies clap
And the crane will pick up where they all left off.
Hallie
it picked up the huge boulder, unlatched its segments and sent that boulder crashing into a car below. the car contained 3 bags of groceries, a small child, and a single mother
chelsea
Che crane lifted its head above the cherry blossoms, looking towards the rising sun. The light cast shadows across the dark mountain ahead, lighting it up and imbuing it with a sense of power, of majesty. Looking once more, the crane flew off into the horizon.
Hannah
crane
Kirill
The Crane Wife – what a fantastic album by the Decemberists. Telling an ancient tale in a new way. For all who love words, listen.
Dagorwen
they carry hope in those wings/ a thousand cranes grant one wish/ so make it worth it/ make it soar/into the red horizon/ into tomorrow
jewels - word: crane
The little boy stood next to the large crane. He gazed up at the large machine and just knew that one day he would be the one behind the control. According to his mom, he had been born with an obsession with heavy machinery.
jenn-
everything i know about the crane i learned from her. She taught me something everyday. i loved her. and she loved me. in her own way. but i knew. so it was only fitting that when she left
Anonymous
sammy crane. she got fat whe she went to college. poor girl.
Anonymous
“This is the end, spy,” he said to me, making especially sure to spit his S. “One step more and you fall to your death.”
I thought quickly, my gun dancing slightly in my fingertips. Nothing came to mind.
Luke!
The paper crane sat alone on the high shelf of her desk. She had tried to make a thousand of them, but she had failed, like every other project she had attempted. She never was able to finish anything, but she knew that she wanted something more in her life. This was it, this was it, and yet it was passing her by. As if the sea had opened up before her.
claire
A large wading bird like heron and stork. As verb it means to twist/turn the neck for a better view etc.
Pavalamani Pragasam
Sometimes, someone comes along and plucks you out of your life to set you down miles above where you started, like a crane moving a parcel, like a bird on stick-thin legs flying home. And then nothing is ever the same.
Rachel
A bird?
A lifting machine?
Evan
paper-stained blood, glass
shards, and peeping toms that can
substitute neighbours
britt//twostep4twenty
malakas
Anonymous
crane
anna
The crane stood motionless in the water as the sun drifted higher into the sky, burning off the fog that sat over the still lake. She held the tea tightly in both hands, and turned to look at him. It was a normal morning, an inconsequential morning, but something was different about it, something was important. She took a deep breath, and stepped toward him. That was what was different. Today, he was here with her.
me
cranes are used to lift things…like giant people who are morbidly obese and can’t be taken out of their houses in any other way. how sad is it that there are people who can’t even use a door anymore? seriously? i can’t imagine being on that crane crew; getting a call that you need to help a fatty out of their second story bedroom so they can go get a surgery to be less obese.
claire
Focus.
There is no greater service to your lord than to end a war without a war.
Focus.
See his breathing, his stance, his posture, his heartbeat, his eyes.
Focus.
Glory in your arms and wrist.
Strike.
Extra Smedium
The crane flew up out of the reeds as if shot from a canon. He froze and watched it flap against the swirling gray fog. Had he given away his position?
LocalHero
i have a magic crane inside a box, which flies and cries indoors and all. my crane y lame and doesn’t care for anybody but itself. but i like anyways because it makes me feel ok.
pono
Paper. That was all they had in those days. No pens, no pencils. Jimmy was seven and he tore up the paper that his dad brought home. He used it for tiny fires in the back of the house. Maryann was ten, and she used soot from the fires to write.
Sarah
can be a machine used in construction and development or a bird, somewhat like a swan.
i was a crane. i have no idea what to write about this. a bird comes to mind. holy shit 60s feels like a long time. if ur reading this then u’ll know tha im not good at wiriting about cranes…crane rhymes with mane, fane,
cranes are birds that are often made in origami
bird
I craned my head to see what he was reading. It was a travel magazine. “So where are you headed?” I asked, a bit nosy. “Tahiti,” he stated, “Wanna go?” I laughed thinking he was kidding, but he wasn’t laughing at all. My heart skipped a beat.
cranes are stupid
A crane is an animal. Kind of like an heron. They like to eat fish. I remember hearing a story when I was younger about how chinese fishermen would use birds to catch fish. I think they used cranes. They werent allowed to eat the fish, which is sad.
She knelt down, her head was an inch away from the edge of her desk as she carefully creased and folded the tiny sheet of paper. Her hands trembled as she followed numerous steps, and when she was done she stared. It was supposed to be a crane – a representation of a hope, a wish. It was nothing more than a broken piece of paper, and she crushed it in her palm.
Crane. Haha, that spongebob episode was all I could think of. Curse my love for kid shows. *Stares at Phineas and Ferb* Well, 13 isn’t exaclty an adult yet so it’s all good in the neighbourhood. Uhmuhmuhm…yeah.
There once was a crane.
The animal crane. Not the machine crane.
It was majestic and its beauty out shown every other crane.
I am the crane.
A wondrous magnificent structure composed of really hard ass metal used only for the purposes for moving really large useless things that have no use to anybody other than obstructing traffic and creating detours. Civil engineers are to blame for this useless piece of crap, particularly ones from Texas A & M
a bird
not like chickens
long
graceful
quiet
white and white but not pure
beauty does not mean peace
drip
drip
drip
SPLASH!
fly away
eat tonight
in the reeds
a stork
white bird
baby shower
random words….
can’t think of anything else
um..room divider that my grandma had
it had Asian writings upon it and cranes..i think
what’s the difference crane vs stork??
do i not know what i’m talking about…
cranes fly beauftifully among the field… not a care in the world, just wings, stabbing through the torrid air.Freedom is what it stands for. Fly away crane, fly away, far far away. I wish you well. Love, Me.
The tenement was destroyed.
Years of our poverty
And pain
Brought in from our corners
Never sheltered
Lay in ruins
Dashed to bits
About the dirt and pavement.
The mayor speaks
And the old ladies clap
And the crane will pick up where they all left off.
it picked up the huge boulder, unlatched its segments and sent that boulder crashing into a car below. the car contained 3 bags of groceries, a small child, and a single mother
Che crane lifted its head above the cherry blossoms, looking towards the rising sun. The light cast shadows across the dark mountain ahead, lighting it up and imbuing it with a sense of power, of majesty. Looking once more, the crane flew off into the horizon.
crane
The Crane Wife – what a fantastic album by the Decemberists. Telling an ancient tale in a new way. For all who love words, listen.
they carry hope in those wings/ a thousand cranes grant one wish/ so make it worth it/ make it soar/into the red horizon/ into tomorrow
The little boy stood next to the large crane. He gazed up at the large machine and just knew that one day he would be the one behind the control. According to his mom, he had been born with an obsession with heavy machinery.
everything i know about the crane i learned from her. She taught me something everyday. i loved her. and she loved me. in her own way. but i knew. so it was only fitting that when she left
sammy crane. she got fat whe she went to college. poor girl.
“This is the end, spy,” he said to me, making especially sure to spit his S. “One step more and you fall to your death.”
I thought quickly, my gun dancing slightly in my fingertips. Nothing came to mind.
The paper crane sat alone on the high shelf of her desk. She had tried to make a thousand of them, but she had failed, like every other project she had attempted. She never was able to finish anything, but she knew that she wanted something more in her life. This was it, this was it, and yet it was passing her by. As if the sea had opened up before her.
A large wading bird like heron and stork. As verb it means to twist/turn the neck for a better view etc.
Sometimes, someone comes along and plucks you out of your life to set you down miles above where you started, like a crane moving a parcel, like a bird on stick-thin legs flying home. And then nothing is ever the same.
A bird?
A lifting machine?
paper-stained blood, glass
shards, and peeping toms that can
substitute neighbours
malakas
crane
The crane stood motionless in the water as the sun drifted higher into the sky, burning off the fog that sat over the still lake. She held the tea tightly in both hands, and turned to look at him. It was a normal morning, an inconsequential morning, but something was different about it, something was important. She took a deep breath, and stepped toward him. That was what was different. Today, he was here with her.
cranes are used to lift things…like giant people who are morbidly obese and can’t be taken out of their houses in any other way. how sad is it that there are people who can’t even use a door anymore? seriously? i can’t imagine being on that crane crew; getting a call that you need to help a fatty out of their second story bedroom so they can go get a surgery to be less obese.
Focus.
There is no greater service to your lord than to end a war without a war.
Focus.
See his breathing, his stance, his posture, his heartbeat, his eyes.
Focus.
Glory in your arms and wrist.
Strike.
The crane flew up out of the reeds as if shot from a canon. He froze and watched it flap against the swirling gray fog. Had he given away his position?
i have a magic crane inside a box, which flies and cries indoors and all. my crane y lame and doesn’t care for anybody but itself. but i like anyways because it makes me feel ok.
Paper. That was all they had in those days. No pens, no pencils. Jimmy was seven and he tore up the paper that his dad brought home. He used it for tiny fires in the back of the house. Maryann was ten, and she used soot from the fires to write.
can be a machine used in construction and development or a bird, somewhat like a swan.
large white bird