#the maple tree

[maplestrip]

Webcomics, anime, Wikipedia, video games... lots of stuff really

I finally wrote a new blog post. It’s only been like, what, two months? This one is about two international webcomic movements and how I relate to them. Lots of links in this one, so if you’re looking for a webcomic to read, you might find something interesting here.

[maplestrip]

I started a general-purpose blog for long-form posts! Curious about my opinions on topics like Ben-Hur? Go and have a look!

I’m still experimenting with the format, and I’ll be sure to link to some of my future posts on there. I hope I’ll be able to write some things I’m proud of through this creative outlet.

Link: https://mabletree.blogspot.nl/

[ohlions]

The Maple Tree

They’ve left me in the parlour To say my last goodbyes Tears drop onto a tightened face That I’ve looked at my whole life

Someone comes to fetch me ‘We’d… really better go’ Drowning in a sea of people But I’m entirely alone

At the graveyard, heads are shook They sigh and look around Then we congregate by a maple tree And leave my husband in the ground

[whimsicalcreativity]

The Maple Tree

This one most definitely is a song - it's even got the structure for it. And it did become a good acoustic folk song. Once you've heard it, it's the kind of thing you can keep singing in your head again and again until you figure out what it means.

He was born a Cherokee He danced beneath the Maple tree He danced along with sunlight and with rain His Ma was born an Iroquois She danced beneath the Maple tree She danced beside her son through joy through pain The old Squaw and the tough young Brave Lived in harmony Til the white man came along Chopped down their Maple tree The man was born an Englishman He was second in command He didn't care for the other ways The boss was born an Irishman He hated the small peaceful clan And all of the peaceful native race The old Squaw and the tough young Brave Lived in harmony Til the white man came along Chopped down their Maple tree The Maple tree was just a tree That's all that it will ever be But to the dancers twas their home their land The Maple tree's now a setee For whoever has the most money Who doesn't care for the native's stand The old Squaw and the tough young Brave Lived in harmony Til the white man came along And killed their family