SHOWERS ANS STORMS
Early evening.
Rays of scorching heat beam off tops of cars.
Green grass shrivels and lies down.
People lazily bathe in the air conditioning.
Skies Blacken.
A soft whistle comes through the back door.
Lost Wal-Mart bags leap barb wire fences.
Cows gather together and head for shelter.
Splash!
Threatened baseball players sprint to the locker room.
Sheets of water down pour on the metal roofing.
Sunken wholes fill and run over flooding the grass.
It’s gone!
Naked cousins soak and splash in the brown muck.
A single beam of warmth shines through the black clouds.
Glistening the world comes alive again and happiness is restored.
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
In touch with nature
IN TOUCH WITH NATURE
What made you so pretty?
Your flowers bright and yellow,
Your stems so shriveled,
Once full and alive
Now little and brittle,
You went through temperatures of cold and hot,
You were strong but now you are not?
The rough plains have made me,
Tough and sturdy.
I learned not to grow tall,
But short and stocky;
I grow down low on the hill
Rather than the top.
I have learned one thing from living out here,
Flying high in the wind
I was a seed looking for that spot,
I knew it had to be the right one
Because once I started growing I couldn’t stop
What made you so pretty?
Your flowers bright and yellow,
Your stems so shriveled,
Once full and alive
Now little and brittle,
You went through temperatures of cold and hot,
You were strong but now you are not?
The rough plains have made me,
Tough and sturdy.
I learned not to grow tall,
But short and stocky;
I grow down low on the hill
Rather than the top.
I have learned one thing from living out here,
Flying high in the wind
I was a seed looking for that spot,
I knew it had to be the right one
Because once I started growing I couldn’t stop
Letter poems
LETTER POEMS
Dear Great Grandma,
Your letter made my summerjoyful and exciting—
Memories of beautiful birds,
Reminded by their beautiful songs.
The sight of a Robin makes me think of you!
I love to hear your words,
Write me back soon!
Dear Great Grandma,
Your letter made my summerjoyful and exciting—
Memories of beautiful birds,
Reminded by their beautiful songs.
The sight of a Robin makes me think of you!
I love to hear your words,
Write me back soon!
Fairy tales revised
FAIRY TALES REVISITED
The day of the race,
Two men stepped onto the line.
Boom! The gun fired and they both took off.
I spoke to both of them before the race,
The first man was very confident and a little cocky,
The second man was just concentrated on winning the race.
The man in front was far ahead,
So he lay down to take a nap.
As his eyes cracked open
He noticed ha was about to lose the race,
Even with his great speed
No one could ever make up the ground he had lost.
As the slowest man finished the race
He turned around and told the other man
“Slow and steady always wins the race!”
The day of the race,
Two men stepped onto the line.
Boom! The gun fired and they both took off.
I spoke to both of them before the race,
The first man was very confident and a little cocky,
The second man was just concentrated on winning the race.
The man in front was far ahead,
So he lay down to take a nap.
As his eyes cracked open
He noticed ha was about to lose the race,
Even with his great speed
No one could ever make up the ground he had lost.
As the slowest man finished the race
He turned around and told the other man
“Slow and steady always wins the race!”
Monday, November 9, 2009
The words are rollin' in!
As of today, I have written 9,842 words on my weekly reflections for Mr. Finley. Just think! He has to read all of that. I am still working on my piece in the style of Walt Whitman, "Pacific Song," in which I am still trying to incorporate my photos. Formatting on this site is trickier than on Microsoft Word. Hope to have it up by the end of the day.
Happy writing this week!
Mrs. Markle
Happy writing this week!
Mrs. Markle
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
Out of a Crowd...
He runs in,
Stops, and says something aloud to get the attention,
Hair is slicked sown with plenty of jell,
then plopped down, took a deep breath and looked around.
His hands never stop moving, he fiddles
With everything his hands come across,
Glancing, looking at the faces and not into the eyes of everyone,
Seeing if they are watching him,
Class goes the same every day!
Stops, and says something aloud to get the attention,
Hair is slicked sown with plenty of jell,
then plopped down, took a deep breath and looked around.
His hands never stop moving, he fiddles
With everything his hands come across,
Glancing, looking at the faces and not into the eyes of everyone,
Seeing if they are watching him,
Class goes the same every day!
Comparison Poems
Even better than an ice cold glass of lemonade,
Filled to the brim, sweat running down the sides it will keep you cool for a while,
Full of fresh sweetness,
Each swig you experience the softness,
Cool and smooth—
That’s you, grandma, always speaking charming positive words!
Filled to the brim, sweat running down the sides it will keep you cool for a while,
Full of fresh sweetness,
Each swig you experience the softness,
Cool and smooth—
That’s you, grandma, always speaking charming positive words!
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