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Welcome, to Tales

Welcome, to Tales of Wren

this is where poems and drawings of this main wren are posted by me, but other people are welcome to draw the wren and post some nature or society related poems(vent art is also aloud as long as it is kept non-violent) and theories about the wren are very welcome, some poems and stories will have more of a cryptic feeling than others, anyways, welcome!

Signed,

Your dear friend

Wren 

submitted by Ripley Wren, age 13
(September 8, 2020 - 11:35 am)

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A little wren sat perched atop a thorny bush, it sang of fears, it sang of dreams, it sang of everything, a little wren, full of hope, hoping for change

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submitted by Ripley Wren, age <3
(September 8, 2020 - 5:02 pm)

Whoah, I love that Ripley! The bird is so cute, and the lettering looks cool too. I'm excited to see what you post here.

Evey said tv uck. Too much TV? 

submitted by DoodleTOP!
(September 9, 2020 - 8:14 am)
There once was a wren,
Perched atop a weeping willow tree,
In its mouth,
It held,
A weeping willow seed,
The wren was so excited,
To finally have a friend,
Of all the weeping willows in the world,
They never talked to the wren,
One day,
The weeping willow seed,
Turned its to the wren,
And this is what it said;
“My dear friend wren,
It my time,
I’m afraid I have to go,
I have to become,
A weeping willow,
I need to grow,”
Then the wren,
It turned its head,
And let go of the seed,
Then,
The wren,
It sat right by where the seed fell,
But then,
The wren felt hungry,
And went off to find some food,
When the wren came back,
All that was was left,
Was some rotting weeping willow wood,
The weeping willow tree,
Got up and walked away,
On the wood it wrote;
“My dear friend wren,
I had to go,
I had to grow,
Please don’t dwell,
Please let go,
From your friend,
The weeping willow tree”
The wren cried,
And tried to wipe its eyes,
But the tears kept pouring out,
The wren it cried,
And its tears never dried,
Teased and tortured for all its life,
And now the cycle of hate from everyone,
Finally starts again,
The wren looked to the night sky,
And it said,
“This is the end,
My weeping willow friend.”
Signed,
Your friend,
Wren 
submitted by Ripley Wren, age BURD
(September 9, 2020 - 11:46 am)
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submitted by Ripley Wren
(September 9, 2020 - 6:01 pm)