In total, six artists sent their entries to the GDF 5th anniversary arts competition, and all are hereby thanked for their grand efforts and contributions! Come inside and see their entries!
There was a good mix of entries this year, with both songs, poems, short stories, riddles, screenshots and tapestries! The general theme of the competition was "The Green Dragon" or "Green Dragon Friday".
Enjoy them entries! Winners will be announced at the GDF anniversary party tonight!
Riddle/screenshot: Riddle of the Green Dragon
by Whiteberry
Short Story: Advice regarding protection of The Green Dragon
By Bonkadoc
It should first be stated that The Green Dragon and cabbage are cousins, so The Green Dragon is extremely vulnerable to same pests as cabbages.
The most dangerous are the terrible cabbage root maggots. The small flies lay their eggs in the spring, around your Green Dragon, and then the awful worms will munch into your Green Dragon’s roots and then they are totally ruined!
To repel these monsters, you must prevent the flies from landing on your Green Dragon. Prepare a tight net, from perhaps used fishing nets, to cover your Green Dragon in the spring. You can take it off when the summer begins, as the threat has by then passed.
Another threat are the flea beetles, which will attack the leaves (of The Green Dragon). I have found small growths of thyme among them will be enough stop these villains.
You should switch between south-west and south-east fields every year, to keep the insects guessing. Keep the surprise on your side.
Also, it is always a good idea to patrol the field every day, and whack any insects yourself, who might be up to no good.
With these measures, the plentiful harvest of this exciting new variety of turnips is guaranteed.
Poem: A good cup of ale
By Honeypie
A good cup o' ale Warms the heart and brings cheer. Sends away the cobwebs Casts away fear.
A good cup o'ale. With friends tried and true Cures what ails And is good for you.
A good cup o' ale No where else but the Shire Golden, foaming or brown. Sets the heart all a fire.
A good cup o' ale That's what I'll do. A drink at the Green Dragon With friends tried and true.
Tapestry: Tea at four
By Freoda
Song: It's a merry sight (Green Dragon Night)
By Chryssie and Tallic - The Ramblin' Rascals
I've walked the Shire, every village every town I've tasted ale in every Inn with some renown But one beats the others all hands down Just one can win, Green Dragon Inn
Throughout the week we do errands, its a bore Simbo's eaten all his pies and now needs more A weeks gone by, Barmy opens up his door It's a merry sight, Green Dragon Night
By the fire there's a rug all worn and old That's where songs are sung and stories told Perform yourself if you're feeling brave and bold It's a merry sight, Green Dragon Night
We've heard the news, now Linas hopping song The floor vibrates to the bouncing of the throng Matzo complains that this behaviour is all wrong It's a merry sight, Green Dragon Night
The night goes on and bedtime now draws nigh Before too long, it's time to say goodbye But first lets send fizzers high into the sky Bywater's alight on Green Dragon Night
Poem: The Book
By SimboCome and read a book with me About the times of history The book is worn and torn and old And many stories will be told We're sure to read of deeds so bad And many tales, they will be sad But yet on things we can depend There may just be a happy end
We'll read a tale of lazy kings Who never did a noble thing They sat in castles, counting gold And left their subjects in the cold Whilst wrapped in furs they ruled alone On their gem-encrusted thrones They thought too much of precious jewels This really is a tale of fools
And there'll be tales of battles fought Against the foe that dark lords brought The armies of the trolls and orcs Their legions threatened normal folk And so the hordes were met in war A clash of spear, of axe and sword So many conflicts fought and lost And who's to count the tragic cost
There's stories, too, of treachery Or shady folk who tricked and theived With stalking in the midnight hour They craved for fame and wanted power And set in play their wicked plans So man would fight his fellow man But loneliness was their reward It's not a tale to read much more
At last we reach the final page It tells of quite a different age A story set by quiet streams Where two small folk had come with dreams And over time their home it grew A place where lived the peaceful few I think this tale is best of all I think we'll read a little more
We'll read of homes in sleeping hills Of verdant fields and watermills Where quiet hobbits worked their farms And seldom did folk come to harm The pages have some pictures too That paint a quite exquisite view It's good to read beside the fire The tales that tell about The Shire