Hello. My name is Maud Pie. I like rocks. I know everything there is to know about rocks. I live on a rock farm with my parents, Igneous Rock Pie and Cloudy Quartz Pie. My two sisters, Limestone and Marble live at the rock farm as well, but my other sister Pinkie lives in Ponyville. I also have a pet rock named Boulder. We do everything together.
Besides rocks, I like to write. I always write about rocks. Below is a collection of some of my poems and stories. They are all about rocks. I love rocks.
Rocks
A poem by Maud Pie
Rocks
Stone cold and gray
There is no life
There is no death
There are no colors
There are no feelings
There are only rocks
Rocks
Boulder's Big Adventure
Boulder is a rock. Rocks don't do much. They just sit. And sit. And sit. Boulder was no different, but he was a very special rock. He was special because he was a pet rock, the pet rock of a pony named Maud Pie. Maud lived on a rock farm with her family.
One day, Maud and Boulder were playing hide and seek. Maud's sister, Marble, was out collecting rocks for a rock soup dinner. Usually Marble was careful not to pick up Boulder, but she was absent minded that day. She was thinking about a new rock formation she had seen down by the river, so she picked Boulder up without knowing.
Maud was very upset when she found Boulder missing. She screamed out, "Boulder…. Where did you go….?" She could not find Boulder.
Soon it was time for dinner. Boulder was still lost, so Maud walked sadly inside. She sat down at the table and got a serving of rock soup. The family sat in silence. They were always very quiet, except when Maud's sister Pinkie was around. She did most of the talking. Maud looked around at her family. Her sisters were eating quietly, as was her mother. Maud turned to look at her father and was very alarmed when she did. He was about to eat Boulder.
"No…." Maud hollered. "Don't eat Boulder…."
Maud's father stopped. "Oh. I'm sorry Maud. Here is Boulder." He handed Boulder back to Maud.
And Maud and Boulder lived happily ever after.
A Quiet Rock Farm
A poem by Maud Pie
There was a quiet rock farm
There were rocks
The rocks sat
And sat
And sat
Until they were mined and brought inside
Ponies ate the rocks
They were bland but the ponies liked them
The ponies really liked the rocks
The ponies lived peacefully on the quiet rock farm
Well this is random. It was surprisingly fun to write though. Maud really likes rocks, and we all know how wonderful her poetry is, so why not see more of it? Tell me what you guys think of these. If you want more, I will definitely write more. I probably will any way though.