Hi Everyone, I’m gunna be opening up way more of Cascadia Legends :)


Hello everybody. ūüôā

In case you probably didn’t notice, I had recently made the site private. But I’m gunna be opening it up now.

Not only will I open the site, I’m also going to open “Cascadia Adventures”

Now some of those Cascadia Adventure stories might have pics, but some might not. I know the new ones may not have any, or just a singular pic, not sure.

But soon the whole sight will be open.


It’s gunna take me awhile to work on editing the Cascadia Adventures side, because I changed some stuff, but it should still be awesome. My only request is that none of my work or material me stolen, or posted anywhere on¬†other material, website, book, or media, without letting me know or asking please. Thank¬†you.

-from an old friend,

          Gregory Thomas

The Never-Ending War


A heart of war is a lonely soul;

and the battles of man, a curse-

The sword that strikes, strikes flesh alone;

like a vampire off blood, it thirsts-

soldiers march and knights are the plague;

dying by the hordes-

of deaths in vain, the victims slain;

buried without their swords-

For war is hatred, inevitable and raw;

infecting the skin of men-

war accepted, and wrote into law;

war, again and again…

Poem Meaning: Talks about how we can’t let war

consume us, otherwise it could create chaos throughout our country.

Copyrightcopyright October 19, 2014

The Day the Juice Drank Down


The juice drank down, and then gushed the inner throat;

gobbled down like water, and slurped warm like a coat. The evening day that was, like a glass of good juice;

slurp, slurp, slurp! And shaking the tonsils loose! Gulp, went the thirst quencher, all the way down. The day the juice drank down real good, sliding down ounce by ounce. The blood from the drops colored the tongue red, and red as red as can be;

Boy, that drink sure did hit the spot! No more thirsty me!

Poem meaning: Refers to vampires drinking blood


Copyrightcopyright October 16, 2014

The Message Received


Ships sail, planes fly;

ships running gracefully, planes flapping wings high-

along the open yonder, and yonder far and wide-

for good soldiers shall receive a greater hope, like a pie;

good soldiers shall rack up points, for the winning side-

and hope, has ears surely;

people of America, like ice cream from Mr. Swirly-

because when they say hope floats;

well, I guess that just means hope floats, till it reaches our Air-force-

where hope shall join with honor, and courage shall be the main course!

Copyrightcopyright March 28, 2014

The Hawks of War


The hawks of War, drop bombs galore;

they float like a butterfly, and sting like a plane;

waiting and readying themselves, for more-

for even war, waits for war, in where a soldier waits for nothing;

seeing our boots on the ground is really truly something-

for the air hawks soar above the lines, like angels;

guardians over the winning side-

and savers of America’s very hide!

Copyrightcopyright March 27, 2014

Soldiers of Rock


Soldiers take their guns, and then jams to the beat;

machine guns like guitars, that squeals with a squeak-

for when war hats are removed, revealed are epic strands;

“The Green Berets” sound just like a rock band!

But other rock bands compete against each other;

The Tali-Band, or A.K.A. “The Bomb’s Brothers”;

but then epic sounds, blow other countries away-

 winds so strong, it pulls back cheeks;

as our soldiers can keep this up all day!

Like lightning, our bazookas join into the fray;

America’s epic strands, in every single way!

Copyrightcopyright March 27, 2014

A Cat in the Army (Cat Soldiers)


This cat knows best, for he comes in from the west;

his cat-like boots, shall deliver the rest-

For cause a cat, is like a cat, that knows other cats;

soldiers whom get pat’s on the back-

wearing green berets like a hat-

a cat as hip as nachos that dip;

a Navy Seal chillin’, on-top of man-made ships-

aircraft carriers, are like cruise ships, and filled with hot chicks-

the cat always knows the best hang out spots;

for the army always has bullets delivered and in stock-

or at least until the cat coughs up hairballs with a “hauk!”

Copyrightcopyright March 27, 2014