A Moment
Of Humor
A day
When the sun can’t decide
Whether to shine
The clouds-
Should they rain?
Are confused
And confusing
Do I want to go outside?
I’m going
It’s raining.
No, it’s not
Now it’s sunny
I shake my head
And enjoy while it lasts
Chi-chi-chik!
Chi-chi-chi-chi-chik!
Bird with a nervous breakdown?
No, that’s a squirrel if
I ever heard one
But where?
Follow the sound
Spotted!
A squirrel, all right.
One
Of the small variety
Chi-chi-chik!
Twitching with fright
(Or more likely indignation)
Small body vibrates
With every chi-chik
Watching me
I move
It scrambles higher,
Darts down again
Insulted
“Bad day or what?”
Make that outraged
Scrambles out of sight
But I still hear it
Obviously bristling with fury
Chi-chi-chi-chi-chik!!!
A Moment
Of Suspense
The wind roars like a torrent
From a cliff
The leaves forsake their
Wildly waving berths
Suspense
I curl up in my chair,
The room in darkness
The wind rises again,
And through the open window
It pours, to lift the hair about my face.
A distant thunder warns
The storm
Approaches
Waiting, watching
In the dimness the sky
Seems to roll
As the sea
A shiver of excitement,
Exultation
The wind roars louder.
I see the lightening now
On the horizon
The thunder sounds
The first drops fall
The wind again
The leaves
Show there light sides
Thunder crashes,
Suddenly
The rain begins in earnest
Outside objects become
Almost invisible
Behind the drenching curtain
The storm has arrived.
The day was made for joy
Late summer, but everything
Said autumn
Running down the hill,
The breeze
Smelled of fall
An almost musty scent,
The season airing herself after
A long, hot summer
The sky,
Bright blue over
The maples' new red caps
The birch tree's yellow gown
Before the old shed,
Raspberry canes
Bent under the weight
Of ther sweet harvest
I remembered the spring,
Waiting, watching
For the first sign of green
The summer, watching the blossoms
Bloom, fall
The fruit start to form
After the last berry has been plucked
The canes cut to the ground
Sleeping under their white blanket
I remember watching
The trees
For the first haze of green
Heralding the return of spring
The branches waving in summer's
Raging thunderstorms
The reflection of bare branches on the snow
Moon shadows, we call them
The peace, quiet
Then the joyful bursting forth
As a new season follows the old
I hear the geese flying overhead
Their pointed caravan
Winging swiftly south ward
As I reflect on the year's course
So totally perfect
"O Lord my God
How wonderful Thou art!"
I've gotten all my school work done on time this week. It wasn't exactly the hardest week I've ever had though. I think the worst of it was the outlining, and even that wasn't that hard.
My mom started Christmas shopping this week, so I figured it was time to finish my Christmas list. I would appriciate it if you would just stick to the list, because I have way to much stuff.
hand fans-preferably silk ar some other cloth, bright pastels, try to stick to solid colors, but I love oriental designs. (see color preferences below)
scarves-NOT kerchiefs. When I say scarves I mean scarves. These and the fans above will be used for dancing as well as just whering so please no lace. Wide scarves are preferable, but the should be at least four feet long. Fluttery, light, fabrics. (see color preferences below)
chocolate-any kind, really.
I love pastels such as pink, purple, blue, and green. Yellow is also acceptable and is infact my favorite color if it is the right shade. A light, spring yellow is great. And, as I said under fans, I love oriental patterns such as branches of cherryblossoms but not patterns. I HATE ORANGE!!!!! And I really don't like yellow and red together either.
I had piano lessons today. I spent most of Emily's time laughing at Morgan and Mea, Mrs. Cline's cats. Mea is not the brightest animal in the world. At all. Morgan is terified of shoes. Don't ask me why. Anyway, I brought some interesting and batable (new word!) objects to play with. A hair diddle, clothespin, sun glasses, and a bunch of Q-tips tied together. Somehow very entertaining. I'm having trouble thinking of more things to say, so I think I'll sign off.
98 days till Christmas.
I found a mistake in my math book today. It wanted to know how many feet 16.2 is. The answer is 5.5. However, they didn't know that "hands" has its own set of decimals: .1 is one inch, .2 is two inches, etc. They said it was 5.4 ft.
99 days until Christmas!
Hazy sunlight sifted through the tree branches, bright with autumn color. Occasionally a red or yellow leaf fell into the woodland stream that meandered through the small clearing to cascade over a gentle waterfall into the tranquil pool below. On the stream’s right bank, a tangle of Touch-Me-Nots grew, over which a late Monarch or two fluttered. Beyond the Touch-Me-Nots, the forest began, vibrant with birdcall. To the left of the stream, the bank consisted of many large, moss-covered boulders, beyond which grew a profusion of wild violets. Water lilies framed the edges of the small pool, and the air was filled with the sound of rushing water and the music of birds.
I've got so many butterflies in my stumach that I don't think I'll ever get to sleep to night! I don't think that would be good, 'cause I have to get up early and take a shower. Should I paint my finger nails or shouldn't I? What should I do if the President does show up? Is there any way to escape newspaper reporters? I doubt it.
Even so, I'm very much looking forward to tomorrow. I volunteered ( don't you dare criticise my speling!) to be a greeter and help with the children's class (even though I'm supposed to be in it!) because I'm afraid I might just break a chair this time when we play Stand Up, Stand Up for Jesus. And I made Big Soft Ginger Cookies for the meal. I also talked to Grandma Diann and Sarah while I was making them. So bye ya'll and make sure you're where you should be tomorrow!
Snow
Snow~a covering of white
That sparkles in the morning light.
Snow~still falling from the sky
In peaceful silence drifting by.
Snow~falling in soft white flakes
Not knowing of the joy it makes.
As from heaven angels bring
The message of our new born king.
by,
Grace Kalman
I'm hot.
I climbed a tree
And had some tea.
I saw a cute bear
Who sat in a chair.
I saw a chunky
Kind-of-cute monkey.
He Cares
Luke 12:24-28
He gives seeds to the little birds that fly in the trees,
Don't you think He cares for you and for me?
He dresses the flowers so beautifully,
Don't you think He cares for you and for me?
He went to die on Calvary
Because He loves you and me.
Three hours in the sun he hung on that tree
To take us to heaven for eternity.
By,
Grace
My name is Grace and I'm 11 and a half. I have brown hair and brown eyes and am just over five feet tall. I enjoy writing poetry, and I created this blog specifically for it as I have nothing else to write about, and would also like your comments on it. This is my first blog, and I'm not sure how I got myself into this, as I'll probably make an entry once in a mule's birth, but I decided to try.