Ogres stomp
Ogres march
Ogres punch
Ogres growl.
And the best of all
When it’s getting dark
They crawl into their caverns
And go to sleep.
And they stop stomping and marching and punching and growling.
Ogres dream about their next day.
Where young artists paint the world with words
The international magazine of stories, poems, and art by young writers and artists. Published continuously since 1973.
