The elements

• Daniel Elliott, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2005

The Elder Mage of Earth, they say
As harsh as clay and rock,
Cause earthquakes, tremors, cave-ins too,
No man could ever block.
The Elder Mage of Fire, I,
Flames yield at my will,
Steaming blood runs through my veins,
And it shall never still.
I am the Elder Mage of Water,
I live where water hides,
Those who comme between me and peace,
Are stolen by the tides.
The Elder Mage of Wind they call me,
And they rightfully should,
For I control every gust of wind,
Like no other really could.