Tuesday 15 th November 2011
As the wind brushes by,
as the birds say goodbye,
as the leaves flutter away,
as I say good day,
I look around me,
oh, how wonderful nature can be.
As the trees ruffle and twist,
just as the flowers that I miss,
as my scarf turns around,
as I fall toward the ground.
As the chestnuts fall and fall,
as I call call and call,
as I see a squirrel climbing,
as I see myself writing,
I only know one thing.
It is autumn.
Monday 14 th November 2011
There are many places in this world,
who have people with things they don't deserve,
like famine, poorness, bombs and killing,
meanness, angriness, starvation, hitting.
When we leave food on our plate,
that must be how much they ate,
in maybe a week or two,
how can we know if this is true ?
We don't know how much we're lucky,
for them, our left overs, would be plenty,
that would fill them for a week,
and would be the food that they would seek,
for their lifetimes and even more,
however someday they'lll be at our door !!!
Poor them, won't we help ?
We do, we try,
but it's too much,
Oh my, oh my...
who have people with things they don't deserve,
like famine, poorness, bombs and killing,
meanness, angriness, starvation, hitting.
When we leave food on our plate,
that must be how much they ate,
in maybe a week or two,
how can we know if this is true ?
We don't know how much we're lucky,
for them, our left overs, would be plenty,
that would fill them for a week,
and would be the food that they would seek,
for their lifetimes and even more,
however someday they'lll be at our door !!!
Poor them, won't we help ?
We do, we try,
but it's too much,
Oh my, oh my...
Sunday 13 th November 2011
There was once a girl who could not talk. Her name was Anita. She could hear, she could see, and she could feel. But she could not speak.
Her mother sent her to a special school. Her father hired a special tutor. But still no sound emerged from the girl's throat.
Her parents took her to the doctor. The doctor told them that her daughter would possibly never talk in her lifetime. Her parents were so sad and depressed, they divorced and sent thier daughter away to a boarding school.
The boarding school was full of glamorous, pretty girls who made fun of Anita's scraggly mousey plaits while they flicked thier jet-black or honey-blond or caramel-brown or ruby-red hair. They made fun of Anita's drab faded blue school dress while they wore cute little skirts and blouses and ties.
Anita's only comfort zone was the library, where she immersed herself in other lives. She suffered in the cruelty of the workhouse with Oliver Twist, she survived the Hunger Games with Katniss, she twirled around in beautiful dresses and silver shoes with Cinderella.
Anita never spoke up in class and often read under her desk. She failed most of her subjects and was held back. After 4 long years, she was still in 8th grade at 18. And yet she still read.
Her new teacher was named Miss Partridge. She came in and clapped her hands. Anita dragged herself away from Romeo's speech to anyslase the teacher.
She had brunette hair like Anita's, cut in a stylish bob. She had a beautiful dress, a gorgeous sky blue. And on her back she had a guitar.
She swung the guitar and started to play a song and sang to it.
Anita cocked her head. She listened hard, replaying it again and again. Miss Partridge wrote the words on the board and Anita hurridley copied them down.
Miss Partridge played the song again, encouraging the class to sing along.
'Lean on me
When your not strong
I'll be your friend
I'll help you carry on...'
Anita sat, and listened to the class singing, and mouthed the words, trying desperatley to make a sound come out.
The next day, they learnt a new song.
'When I find myself in times of trouble,
Mother Mary comes to me
Speaking words of wisdom
Let it be.'
Every lesson was a new song, and soon Anita's notebook was filling up.
Anita focused in class. She passed 8th grade with flying colours. She went on the 9th grade, but skipped ahead to 12th grade. She was finally going to graduate, at 19, and go to a musical college. Just because she couldn't sing didn't restrict her ambitions. She played piano beautifully and wrote many compositions that Miss Partridge had sent to hight-power colleges. One day, Anita was writing a new composition, a fast, happy little tune about spring, but she couldn't get the next riff. She decided to go on a walk through the woord for inspiration.
While she was walking, she saw a gazelle emerge from the shadows, limping. Her ear had been savaged and she looked as though she hadn't eaten in days. She wobbled on her frail legs, and Anita rushed over. The gazelle tentativley lent against Anita, but didn't trust her completley. Anita had to get her back somehow, but the gazelle was scared of her. She tried hard to mouth the first song she ever learnt with Miss Partdridge, but the deer didn't understand. Anita got frustrated and suddenly sang.
That day forward, Anita was able to sing and talk. All she needed was a little love.
THE END
Her mother sent her to a special school. Her father hired a special tutor. But still no sound emerged from the girl's throat.
Her parents took her to the doctor. The doctor told them that her daughter would possibly never talk in her lifetime. Her parents were so sad and depressed, they divorced and sent thier daughter away to a boarding school.
The boarding school was full of glamorous, pretty girls who made fun of Anita's scraggly mousey plaits while they flicked thier jet-black or honey-blond or caramel-brown or ruby-red hair. They made fun of Anita's drab faded blue school dress while they wore cute little skirts and blouses and ties.
Anita's only comfort zone was the library, where she immersed herself in other lives. She suffered in the cruelty of the workhouse with Oliver Twist, she survived the Hunger Games with Katniss, she twirled around in beautiful dresses and silver shoes with Cinderella.
Anita never spoke up in class and often read under her desk. She failed most of her subjects and was held back. After 4 long years, she was still in 8th grade at 18. And yet she still read.
Her new teacher was named Miss Partridge. She came in and clapped her hands. Anita dragged herself away from Romeo's speech to anyslase the teacher.
She had brunette hair like Anita's, cut in a stylish bob. She had a beautiful dress, a gorgeous sky blue. And on her back she had a guitar.
She swung the guitar and started to play a song and sang to it.
Anita cocked her head. She listened hard, replaying it again and again. Miss Partridge wrote the words on the board and Anita hurridley copied them down.
Miss Partridge played the song again, encouraging the class to sing along.
'Lean on me
When your not strong
I'll be your friend
I'll help you carry on...'
Anita sat, and listened to the class singing, and mouthed the words, trying desperatley to make a sound come out.
The next day, they learnt a new song.
'When I find myself in times of trouble,
Mother Mary comes to me
Speaking words of wisdom
Let it be.'
Every lesson was a new song, and soon Anita's notebook was filling up.
Anita focused in class. She passed 8th grade with flying colours. She went on the 9th grade, but skipped ahead to 12th grade. She was finally going to graduate, at 19, and go to a musical college. Just because she couldn't sing didn't restrict her ambitions. She played piano beautifully and wrote many compositions that Miss Partridge had sent to hight-power colleges. One day, Anita was writing a new composition, a fast, happy little tune about spring, but she couldn't get the next riff. She decided to go on a walk through the woord for inspiration.
While she was walking, she saw a gazelle emerge from the shadows, limping. Her ear had been savaged and she looked as though she hadn't eaten in days. She wobbled on her frail legs, and Anita rushed over. The gazelle tentativley lent against Anita, but didn't trust her completley. Anita had to get her back somehow, but the gazelle was scared of her. She tried hard to mouth the first song she ever learnt with Miss Partdridge, but the deer didn't understand. Anita got frustrated and suddenly sang.
That day forward, Anita was able to sing and talk. All she needed was a little love.
THE END
Sunday 13 th November 2011
It was on Monday morning
Maths class, what a bore
When we all heard a sound
Monday had never heard before
It started out real quiet
Then added in volume
And soon is started spreading
All across the room!
We all laughed like loons
We chortled like never before
Tears pricked in our eyes
And we rolled across the floor
You think through all this racket
The teacher would be blue
But it was very apparent
She was laughing too!
We burst out of the classroom
And paraded down the hall
It wasn't really walking, though
We could barely crawl
Other children joined us
They all followed suit
Some played musical instrumnet
A guitar and a flute
A tampani and cymbals
A dash of harmonica
In fact, I think we were carrying around
A complete orchestra!
We hit the metal lockers
Such a loud BANG!
And to add to all the kerfuffle
The school bell rang and rang
The principal came out of his office
Wearing a silly tie
And yellled at the top of his voice,
"WHO WANTS A FACE FULL OF PIE?!'
We all screamed and ran around
Still shaking with laughter
It was like a funny fairytale
Ending funnily ever after
All the grades were together
From kindergarten to Grade 12
From the big, hairy teenagers
To the sweet little elves
We all screamed and whistled
Or sang or banged a drum
We laughed our little heads off
And made some noise, by gum!
So listen here old friend,
Sometimes you have to act like a fool
And together we became
ONE BIG NOISY, LOUD, GIGGLY, LAUGHABLE, MUSICAL, ULTRA-FANTASTICAL AND POSSIBLY MAGICAL
SCHOOL!!!
Maths class, what a bore
When we all heard a sound
Monday had never heard before
It started out real quiet
Then added in volume
And soon is started spreading
All across the room!
We all laughed like loons
We chortled like never before
Tears pricked in our eyes
And we rolled across the floor
You think through all this racket
The teacher would be blue
But it was very apparent
She was laughing too!
We burst out of the classroom
And paraded down the hall
It wasn't really walking, though
We could barely crawl
Other children joined us
They all followed suit
Some played musical instrumnet
A guitar and a flute
A tampani and cymbals
A dash of harmonica
In fact, I think we were carrying around
A complete orchestra!
We hit the metal lockers
Such a loud BANG!
And to add to all the kerfuffle
The school bell rang and rang
The principal came out of his office
Wearing a silly tie
And yellled at the top of his voice,
"WHO WANTS A FACE FULL OF PIE?!'
We all screamed and ran around
Still shaking with laughter
It was like a funny fairytale
Ending funnily ever after
All the grades were together
From kindergarten to Grade 12
From the big, hairy teenagers
To the sweet little elves
We all screamed and whistled
Or sang or banged a drum
We laughed our little heads off
And made some noise, by gum!
So listen here old friend,
Sometimes you have to act like a fool
And together we became
ONE BIG NOISY, LOUD, GIGGLY, LAUGHABLE, MUSICAL, ULTRA-FANTASTICAL AND POSSIBLY MAGICAL
SCHOOL!!!
Sunday 13 th November 2011
Do you care?
Do you listen to the cries at night,
Of poor children filled with fright?
Do you care?
Do you wish for clothes and books
While small children steal like crooks?
Do you care?
Do you leave some scraps on your plate
While starving is another child's fate?
Do you care?
Do you ignore your teacher's speech
While poor children's education is breeched?
Do you care?
Do you read this poem again and again
Thinking what it must be like for them?
Do you care?
Do you listen to the cries at night,
Of poor children filled with fright?
Do you care?
Do you wish for clothes and books
While small children steal like crooks?
Do you care?
Do you leave some scraps on your plate
While starving is another child's fate?
Do you care?
Do you ignore your teacher's speech
While poor children's education is breeched?
Do you care?
Do you read this poem again and again
Thinking what it must be like for them?
Do you care?
