My daughter's best friend moved cities, and I found this on her table a few weeks later. She gave me permission to share it here.
A Different Audience
Saturday, 4 February 2017
Tuesday, 18 March 2014
A Child's Dream
I want to roam for many a day
Over the hills and far away
And speak in the children's language of play.
And do all of it barefoot.
Nothing can shadow my childhood.
I'm free as the birds that soar and swoop and sing.
And I can be glad for everything.
There are no schedules here to bind me.
I've got no deadlines, no promises to keep.
I've left all dependence far behind me
And nothing can stop me or my imagination.
There are no rules that apply to me.
Except just one.
It goes "Have fun!"
Copyright by the author, 2014, all rights reserved.
Over the hills and far away
And speak in the children's language of play.
And do all of it barefoot.
Nothing can shadow my childhood.
I'm free as the birds that soar and swoop and sing.
And I can be glad for everything.
There are no schedules here to bind me.
I've got no deadlines, no promises to keep.
I've left all dependence far behind me
And nothing can stop me or my imagination.
There are no rules that apply to me.
Except just one.
It goes "Have fun!"
Copyright by the author, 2014, all rights reserved.
Tuesday, 21 August 2012
3 wishes, and a question
If I had 3 wishes...If I had 3 wishes, the first one would be:
I wish for all the poor people to have more money.
If I had 3 wishes, the second one would be:
I wish for all the sick or hurt things in the world to get better.
If I had 3 wishes, the third one would be:
I wish for all the pollution, global warming, and habitat destruction to stop.
If these three wishes were granted, the world would be a much nicer place. But, in the meantime, I'm trying to grant these wishes myself. And I have a question for you:
If you had 3 wishes, what would they be?
And do you agree that the world would be a nicer place if these wishes were magically granted?
Friday, 13 July 2012
Acrostic
Amber is the name of
My granny's
Beautiful calico cat.
Everyone loves her, she is just so
Romantic and elegant.
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Copyright by the author, 2012, all rights reserved.
My granny's
Beautiful calico cat.
Everyone loves her, she is just so
Romantic and elegant.
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Copyright by the author, 2012, all rights reserved.
Monday, 18 June 2012
Golden, singing morning
A cat's eyes
Are like piercing yellow shafts of light.
Which melt
At the first touch of golden, singing morning.
Into liquid gold.
A cat's purr
Is like the rumble of thunder
With the crashing, breaking waves
Detected somewhere beneath
Within the cat's inner corners.
A cat's soft coat
Is like the softest silk
Embroidered with moonbeams of tabby pattern.
The warmth
Comes from a soft blanket of satin
Somewhere beneath.
I love cats.
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Copyright by the author, 2012, all rights reserved.
Are like piercing yellow shafts of light.
Which melt
At the first touch of golden, singing morning.
Into liquid gold.
A cat's purr
Is like the rumble of thunder
With the crashing, breaking waves
Detected somewhere beneath
Within the cat's inner corners.
A cat's soft coat
Is like the softest silk
Embroidered with moonbeams of tabby pattern.
The warmth
Comes from a soft blanket of satin
Somewhere beneath.
I love cats.
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Copyright by the author, 2012, all rights reserved.
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