TheMagicMan

Poetry submitted by Deena

TheMagicMan by Austin

There was once a magic man who would grant you any wish if you could find him, but you need to be careful for what you wish for. Like this one story. There was a young lad named Benjamin. He was energetic and always stuck his nose where he shouldn't. He worked on a farm in the middle of Alaska but the land was still good for growing crops (he was in Southnorth Alaska) once he got bored and went into the Big wheat field his grandpa warned him about when Benjamin was a child his gramps said “never go into the Big wheat field many energetic young men came back tattered and scared” Benjamin thought “hmph im older now i can do what I Wish” he slowly went into the wheat. It seemed to move like the many fish he caught, and twirl like the snakes he had encountered on the farm almost if the wheat was under water. He saw a part of the wheat where it was sparkling he walked over to the place. 

There was a man in a green tuxedo with a snazzy purple top hat with a gold emblem. He said “Hello look at the floor now look at me now I have a banana now look back at the floor now back at me the banana is gone!  Look at your hand, you now have a wish!” Benjamin didn’t know what a wish looked like. He was surprised it looked very glittery and slimey like it didn’t have a texture but was attached to his hand like a sticky goo it was the weirdest thing he had ever felt! “What do I do with this?” Ben said to the man “it‘s a wish, you wish for something or to go somewhere, now, look at me I shall let you use this wish for anything you want!”

Ben thought if I can wish for whatever i want then can i wish for 10 more wishes ”no that goes against the wishing society which no one can disobey “oh man” thought Ben. that would be so cool to have 11 wishes “well if i can’t wish for more wishes then can I have a bag of pure gold?! Yes coming right UP. A bag of gold fell from the sky and hit Benjamin right on the head. He got knocked out and the gold fell out of the bag he laid there for a long long time when he finally had woken wind had carried the gold away. 

THE END