Be Happy.
Oh I'm as happy as a big sunflower
I laugh and dance and play
and as I frolic about the town
I laugh the day away.
Oh I'm as happy as a daffodil
I smile at the sun
and when I realize I've wasted a day
I say, twas a happy one.
Oh I'm as happy as a round red rose
I blush from head to toe
and when I get to the end of the day
still happiness I show.
Oh I'm as happy as a daisy white
and though I'm not so smart
I know that if you want "content"
Be happy! it's a start.
Oh I feel fine though some say I
should not feel so carefree
Well I'll stay merry until you show
a reason not to be!
And that's what I think about it!
By Clara.
Showing posts with label Writing. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Writing. Show all posts
Sunday, July 14, 2013
Monday, July 1, 2013
What I Think
Here's WHAT I THINK about some things.
-That Algebra is wholly unnecessary unless you want to be an engineer (which I DON'T)
- Cantaloupe is also unnecessary
- Portabella (portubella) (Portubela) mushrooms taste like roast beef
- Kenzi is not doing the full College Package
- Echo is not the best pony ever
- Echo issa nut
- Seven kids is not too much to have another
- If I leave my birds are going back to their last owner because my siblings would kill them
- Lake water is more fun to swim in than pool water
- Dogs have too many fleas
- It is not Marcus's fault he has founder
- Pancakes taste better if you use several different kinds of flour
- Cooking is not hard if you know about it
- Barnes and Noble is the best store
- If the best store is not Half Price Books
- Sleeping late is not worth it
- Writing is fun if you can write what you want
- Flowers are good
- I cannot garden
- Baseball is fun
- Climbing trees is good
- Ticks ARE NOT
- Mounted Games is the best sport
- It is too much trouble to have an E-mail address
- My four year old brother is too young to drive a tractor
- I don't want to watch the Man In The Moon
- I can't write everything here
- The best way to take medicine is to take it in one gulp
- Viva La Vida is a great song
- I have to stop
- This post is too long.
Au Revoir,
Miss Me Myself
-That Algebra is wholly unnecessary unless you want to be an engineer (which I DON'T)
- Cantaloupe is also unnecessary
- Portabella (portubella) (Portubela) mushrooms taste like roast beef
- Kenzi is not doing the full College Package
- Echo is not the best pony ever
- Echo issa nut
- Seven kids is not too much to have another
- If I leave my birds are going back to their last owner because my siblings would kill them
- Lake water is more fun to swim in than pool water
- Dogs have too many fleas
- It is not Marcus's fault he has founder
- Pancakes taste better if you use several different kinds of flour
- Cooking is not hard if you know about it
- Barnes and Noble is the best store
- If the best store is not Half Price Books
- Sleeping late is not worth it
- Writing is fun if you can write what you want
- Flowers are good
- I cannot garden
- Baseball is fun
- Climbing trees is good
- Ticks ARE NOT
- Mounted Games is the best sport
- It is too much trouble to have an E-mail address
- My four year old brother is too young to drive a tractor
- I don't want to watch the Man In The Moon
- I can't write everything here
- The best way to take medicine is to take it in one gulp
- Viva La Vida is a great song
- I have to stop
- This post is too long.
Au Revoir,
Miss Me Myself
Wednesday, June 26, 2013
What if?
What if I sang like Brooklyn Shuck?
What if I'd taken dance in elementary school?
Would my life be different?
What if I'd never stepped into the barn at Windhover?
What if I'd never jumped a horse?
What if Miss Sara wasn't my (amazing) teacher?
What if I were still scared?
What would I look like?
What if I'd never had Ms. Avera in fourth grade?
What if I never wrote a poem?
What if I were still a freshman?
How different would I be?
What if I were never in youth choir?
What if I didn't meet Calla at AWANA?
What if Clara were someone else's sister?
Who would I talk to now?
What if I'd refused to go to that first audition?
What if I never went to that play?
What if I never met Graham Pilotte?
Where would I be?
What if I memorized verses with as much zest as I memorize Shakespeare?
What if I really got up early to read my Bible for more than twenty minutes?
What if I wondered what Jesus would do every second of my life?
Would my life be different?
I can't answer every question, but I know that I am about to find out about those.
Much love,
Heidi
What if I'd taken dance in elementary school?
Would my life be different?
What if I'd never stepped into the barn at Windhover?
What if I'd never jumped a horse?
What if Miss Sara wasn't my (amazing) teacher?
What if I were still scared?
What would I look like?
What if I'd never had Ms. Avera in fourth grade?
What if I never wrote a poem?
What if I were still a freshman?
How different would I be?
What if I were never in youth choir?
What if I didn't meet Calla at AWANA?
What if Clara were someone else's sister?
Who would I talk to now?
What if I'd refused to go to that first audition?
What if I never went to that play?
What if I never met Graham Pilotte?
Where would I be?
What if I memorized verses with as much zest as I memorize Shakespeare?
What if I really got up early to read my Bible for more than twenty minutes?
What if I wondered what Jesus would do every second of my life?
Would my life be different?
I can't answer every question, but I know that I am about to find out about those.
Much love,
Heidi
Sunday, June 16, 2013
Stretching my mind and my heart
I sit down at the piano.
My fingers begin to wander over the keys, pressing, releasing,
testing the waters,
apprehensive, but eager.
My mind fritters over the pages, wondering, scared.
Can I even begin?
I take a deep breath, and begin to play.
I am captured.
The music has overwhelmed me, drowned me, carried me away,
and I am prisoner,
though I would have it no other way.
As the music continues my mind wanders,
but never strays,
held by the music
lost in its spell.
My mind stretches and smiles
my heart laughs along with the melody,
enthralled by the magic.
And it's like dancing
and singing
and love
and war
all
rolled into
one.
My fingers begin to wander over the keys, pressing, releasing,
testing the waters,
apprehensive, but eager.
My mind fritters over the pages, wondering, scared.
Can I even begin?
I take a deep breath, and begin to play.
I am captured.
The music has overwhelmed me, drowned me, carried me away,
and I am prisoner,
though I would have it no other way.
As the music continues my mind wanders,
but never strays,
held by the music
lost in its spell.
My mind stretches and smiles
my heart laughs along with the melody,
enthralled by the magic.
And it's like dancing
and singing
and love
and war
all
rolled into
one.
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