The crane swung back and forth through the evening sky as the driver sat, alert, in his chair. His arm tensed as his hand gripped the lever and pushed forward, then it began to descend. Reaching its location, the hook latched underneath a wire that was wrapped around the cargo holder and rose it in mid-air carefully. It stopped. And the entire machine jolted with the motion.
“Careful, baby. Careful.” said the driver. He squinted his eyes as he looked up at the weather-beaten box.
The crane turned around. It picked up the car, and slowly, solemnly moved it towards the crusher. The car that I had so much history with. The car that I had driven for so long. It dropped it now, seemingly in slow motion onto the crusher. It tore into tiny pieces.
The boy tilted the toy crane, watching the little claw swing back and forth on the string. The mother laughed – she had bought him a bunch of construction toys, but she wouldn’t really let him think that was a viable job. He was going to grow up wanting to be a doctor, or something, of course.
In 7th grade we stayed up all night making paper cranes. That was my first all-nighter. Folding paper after paper, eventually perfecting the skill. We suffered through the grogginess and the paper cuts, for 1000 paper cranes.
It’s a type of bird, a crane is also a heavy machinerey instrements used on building sites. I guess they use them at Clear Lake to take the docks out for winter. I don’t see how they would do it with out a crane.
Crane you neck to see the monkey piss on the crowds at the zoo. See the crane walking along the sandy beach looking for anything edible. Crane standing next to your high rise.
The soft feathers of white slightly glisten under the blinding moonlight
The soft breeze ruffles my hair as it passes by soft leaving soft tunes of what came to pass
and memories start to drift back once more
It’s said that if you make a thousand paper cranes, that your wish come true. How does this work? Is it the dedication you put into those cranes that calls out to the universe to grant your wish? Maybe instead we should just work hard towards our goal instead of wishing for an easy way out.
the crane was big and large and beuatiful, people stood in amazement. but the people were workers. and it was a work crane not a bird. big and beatifil to the workers
The crane gracefully picked its way through the marsh, searching for small fish and other things to eat. She twined her hair around her finger as she watched it.
“So, do you think it’s got parasites in its gut?”
He groaned. “What is wrong with you? Can’t you appreciate the beauty in anything?”
Have you ever seen a flock of cranes standing a field? Especially at dawn or dusk when they are graceful sillouettes against the brilliant colors of the sky. Slender legs, graceful necks and long, sharp beaks with sleek, white feathers. So beautiful.
I looked up at the sky and there was this giant crane hovering above me, waiting for me to stop walking, and the minute I stopped it picked me up by its giant beak and swept me high into the sky towards its home.
i walked along the wet beach, my foot steps bringing up a puddle of water each time they stepped down. I looked overhead and saw a crane flying through the overcast sky.
CRANE I CRANED ONCE. I craned so hard that my neck snapped off and a crane flew out.”Hmm’ i thought “So thats why id been having all those stomach problems.”
Does this mean crane like the machine? Or crane like the bird? When I was a kid my grandma read my a Dr. Suess book about a bird looking for its mother. It would ask “Are you my mother?” to different animals and objects. I remember it asked a crane. The crane didn’t answer.
There is a crane on the dockyard, no one uses it anymore, a crane on the dockyard, rusty, old, decrepit, a crane that no longer lifts, a crane that no longer pulls, a crane that doesn’t do anything that crane’s usually do, is it still a crane?
cranes fall all over my bed, lifting up all the bugs from their hiding spots. they can never lift the weight that I myself have hidden here, only I am capable of doing this.
Cranes are tall structures that can be used for construction and improvement arcitecture, but the animal is a far cry from the industrial meaning of the word. Cranes, graceful and wise creatures of flight can soar int he skys and test the limits of what is possible in this world.
crane image of a bird outlined against a gray wet fall woods scene, a moment in time…I stop and it stays still, I watch….it watches something, hungry, intent…highway noise fades behind me and all I see is the crane, hunting, waiting, still. I should be so still. So quiet. So intent.
I have a very bad impression about cranes. It was last year when I got an incident with it. I was on a bus which was stopping at business school when a crane toppled
the crane is a bird that lives in a pond. it is blue and has long legs. it eats fish and an assortment of seafood. they can fly, but do not fly long distances such as Canadian Geese. THey do not float on the water
The crane swung back and forth through the evening sky as the driver sat, alert, in his chair. His arm tensed as his hand gripped the lever and pushed forward, then it began to descend. Reaching its location, the hook latched underneath a wire that was wrapped around the cargo holder and rose it in mid-air carefully. It stopped. And the entire machine jolted with the motion.
“Careful, baby. Careful.” said the driver. He squinted his eyes as he looked up at the weather-beaten box.
The crane turned around. It picked up the car, and slowly, solemnly moved it towards the crusher. The car that I had so much history with. The car that I had driven for so long. It dropped it now, seemingly in slow motion onto the crusher. It tore into tiny pieces.
crane
paper cranes
folds of delicate manner
graceful as their real life counterparts
if only as active
hands craft cranes with patient artistry
The boy tilted the toy crane, watching the little claw swing back and forth on the string. The mother laughed – she had bought him a bunch of construction toys, but she wouldn’t really let him think that was a viable job. He was going to grow up wanting to be a doctor, or something, of course.
i think of paper crane at first but than a crane a crane like in the movie i was watching today. they had to lift willy the orca whale
In 7th grade we stayed up all night making paper cranes. That was my first all-nighter. Folding paper after paper, eventually perfecting the skill. We suffered through the grogginess and the paper cuts, for 1000 paper cranes.
It’s a type of bird, a crane is also a heavy machinerey instrements used on building sites. I guess they use them at Clear Lake to take the docks out for winter. I don’t see how they would do it with out a crane.
Crane you neck to see the monkey piss on the crowds at the zoo. See the crane walking along the sandy beach looking for anything edible. Crane standing next to your high rise.
The soft feathers of white slightly glisten under the blinding moonlight
The soft breeze ruffles my hair as it passes by soft leaving soft tunes of what came to pass
and memories start to drift back once more
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It’s said that if you make a thousand paper cranes, that your wish come true. How does this work? Is it the dedication you put into those cranes that calls out to the universe to grant your wish? Maybe instead we should just work hard towards our goal instead of wishing for an easy way out.
The crane swept down with its big head and lifted the metal that landend on top of John. All the paramedics rushed to his rescue.
the crane was big and large and beuatiful, people stood in amazement. but the people were workers. and it was a work crane not a bird. big and beatifil to the workers
The crane stetched its feathery neck and blinked its beady eye into the sun.
The crane gracefully picked its way through the marsh, searching for small fish and other things to eat. She twined her hair around her finger as she watched it.
“So, do you think it’s got parasites in its gut?”
He groaned. “What is wrong with you? Can’t you appreciate the beauty in anything?”
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there is a crane attached to my penis.
Have you ever seen a flock of cranes standing a field? Especially at dawn or dusk when they are graceful sillouettes against the brilliant colors of the sky. Slender legs, graceful necks and long, sharp beaks with sleek, white feathers. So beautiful.
the crane of dreams awaits for your genuine mistakes so that she can make you human.
alllah yel3an heek crane !!!
pick another word !! Dx
I looked up at the sky and there was this giant crane hovering above me, waiting for me to stop walking, and the minute I stopped it picked me up by its giant beak and swept me high into the sky towards its home.
i walked along the wet beach, my foot steps bringing up a puddle of water each time they stepped down. I looked overhead and saw a crane flying through the overcast sky.
CRANE I CRANED ONCE. I craned so hard that my neck snapped off and a crane flew out.”Hmm’ i thought “So thats why id been having all those stomach problems.”
Does this mean crane like the machine? Or crane like the bird? When I was a kid my grandma read my a Dr. Suess book about a bird looking for its mother. It would ask “Are you my mother?” to different animals and objects. I remember it asked a crane. The crane didn’t answer.
There is a crane on the dockyard, no one uses it anymore, a crane on the dockyard, rusty, old, decrepit, a crane that no longer lifts, a crane that no longer pulls, a crane that doesn’t do anything that crane’s usually do, is it still a crane?
cranes fall all over my bed, lifting up all the bugs from their hiding spots. they can never lift the weight that I myself have hidden here, only I am capable of doing this.
cranes are big and large and very useful. what kind of city would we have without a crane. dear crane, thank you.
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rainbow stress ball !!!
i love my gay homeys !!~!
He walks down the street, ignoring the phantom cries of the long dead crane that was once found in his attic.
it’s something you use to build buildings en carry the weight and heavy stuff
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a bird
My crane technique will beat your striking tiger, said the little chinaman to the white ninja.
The white ninja took out a gun and blew the chinaman’s head off.
The end.
powerful medicine, the crane. today, their paper likeness’ hang with blessings written inside them, in my home, in others’ home, a gift of peace.
A crane is a tall and elegant bird.
Cranes are tall structures that can be used for construction and improvement arcitecture, but the animal is a far cry from the industrial meaning of the word. Cranes, graceful and wise creatures of flight can soar int he skys and test the limits of what is possible in this world.
crane image of a bird outlined against a gray wet fall woods scene, a moment in time…I stop and it stays still, I watch….it watches something, hungry, intent…highway noise fades behind me and all I see is the crane, hunting, waiting, still. I should be so still. So quiet. So intent.
I have a very bad impression about cranes. It was last year when I got an incident with it. I was on a bus which was stopping at business school when a crane toppled
the crane is a bird that lives in a pond. it is blue and has long legs. it eats fish and an assortment of seafood. they can fly, but do not fly long distances such as Canadian Geese. THey do not float on the water