Poems inspired by The Rifts of Rime by Steven Peck. Written by Abigail Knoll, age 6, with grammatical and editing assistance from yours truly.
THE JOBS OF THE QUICKENING
The Quickening are all helped by the Wealdend,
Protected by the Saffre, the Grays also help with the Folk.
Paper makers and poets are Folk or Keppla.
The philosophers and healers are the Marmots.
The wolves travel around the world:
Tell the Foreteller what they saw!
Ants, the Strange Quickening, no one knows…
But maybe Pinecone and Leaf have the right nose!
Those are the jobs of the Quickening.
Our teeth are sharp
Our howl is strong
Our run is steady and fast
Our claws have the power to take down a moose
But the thing to be aware of the most is the Saffre on the loose!
THE FOX’S CLAWS
The foxes are enemies
Their teeth are sharp their claws are sharp
Their feet are slow but quiet
I rush up the tree to escape these features
There’s one thing that’s clear
If you are a trained warrior
This is an opportunity.
THE POWER OF THE WEALDEND
The power of the oak, the elm, the pine
Are nothing compared to the power of the Wealdend
Their Foreteller keeps us safe, so does the Saffre.
The Grays have some power, but nothing like the Wealdend.
We must honor and respect the Wealdend and their helpers.
We are grateful to the Wealdend.
We are grateful to the Wealdend for the Quickening.
Because of the Grays, the Marmots, Folk, and Wolves
We thank the Quickening for the elm, oak, and pine
For they make our nests and our homes divine.
We thank the Wealdend for the water and land
Best of all, for the Quickening of all creatures.