Sina

Hi my name is sina and welcom to my wiki page. So far i have been really busy creating my own myth and legend story so sit back and relax and read the golden touch story  http://fairfieldintermediate10.wikispaces.com/sinas+poetry

__**The Golden Touch.**__ __Long ago there lived a King who was the richest man in the whole world. His name was Midas; however, he was not happy because no matter how much money he had he still wanted more. One day as Midas sat done on his throne thinking of ways to become richer, one of his servants came to him with an old man. ‘Master’ said the first servant, “we have found this old man wandering around in your orchard. He is Mayor the friend of god Bacchus said the second servant. Midas had an idea “you shall be my guest for ten days, please eat and drink as much as you like”. At the end of the ten days Midas took Mayor back to god Bacchus, the god was very happy to see his lost friend. Bacchus turned to Midas and said “I will grant you any wish you want”. Midas could hardly believe his ears. Here was the chance to get richer than every other king in the world. “My wish is that everything I touch will turn to gold “! “Your wish is now granted but will that really make you happy, Midas”? On his return to his palace Midas tried out his new wish. He picked up a stone and it turned right to gold. He touched his clothes and it turned to gold then he changed a whole lot of tree by rubbing his hands over the trunk. Midas was so excited. When Midas went for a walk in the garden his children ran up to him. Without thinking Midas put his arms around them and instantly they turned to little gold statues. Midas was worried so he hurried to Bacchus and pleaded that he takes away his gold touch. Bacchus said “no I told you that this wish would do you no good so keep your gift and don’t come complaining back to me ever again. Midas children had stayed like little statues for the rest of their lives.

__ Moral: Be thankful of what you got.

Emotional Poems.

Happiness is like the big bright sun. It tastes like the sweet juicy sour lemon. It smells like the delicious pudding rising up in the hot oven. It sounds like people laughing all day long. It feels like waking up in the early summer morning. Happiness is the emotion of me being hapy. Sadness is like the dark blue sky. It tastes like the burnt crunchy toast. It smells like the overcooked cake that just been caught on fire. It sounds like people crying al day long. It feels like waking up in the early summer morning Sadness is the emotion of beig sad ad lonely.

Sina poem