There is no frigate like a book
To take us lands away,
Nor any courses like a page
Of prancing poetry.
This traverse may the poorest take
Without oppress of toll;
How frugal is the chariot
That bears a human soul!
- Emily Dickinson
Showing posts with label School. Show all posts
Showing posts with label School. Show all posts
Friday, September 10, 2010
My Shadow
I have a little shadow that goes in and out with me,
And what can be the use of him is more than I can see.
He is very, very like me from the heels up to the head;
And I see him jump before me, when I jump into my bed.
The funniest thing about him is the way he likes to grow-
Not at all like proper children, which is always very slow;
For he sometimes shoots up taller than an India-rubber ball,
and he sometimes gets so little that there's none of him at all.
He hasn't got a notion of how children ought to play,
And can only make a fool of me in every sort of way.
He stays so close beside me, He's a coward you can see;
I'd think shame to stick to nursie as that shadow sticks to me!
One morning, very early, before the sun was up,
I rose and found the shining dew on every buttercup;
But lazy little shadow, like an arrant sleepyhead,
Had stayed at home behind me and was fast asleep in bed.
-Robert Louis Stevenson
And what can be the use of him is more than I can see.
He is very, very like me from the heels up to the head;
And I see him jump before me, when I jump into my bed.
The funniest thing about him is the way he likes to grow-
Not at all like proper children, which is always very slow;
For he sometimes shoots up taller than an India-rubber ball,
and he sometimes gets so little that there's none of him at all.
He hasn't got a notion of how children ought to play,
And can only make a fool of me in every sort of way.
He stays so close beside me, He's a coward you can see;
I'd think shame to stick to nursie as that shadow sticks to me!
One morning, very early, before the sun was up,
I rose and found the shining dew on every buttercup;
But lazy little shadow, like an arrant sleepyhead,
Had stayed at home behind me and was fast asleep in bed.
-Robert Louis Stevenson
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
I am poem.
I am a dancer and a 7th grader.
I wonder about the heavenly maker.
I hear the winds magical beat.
I see myself with point shoes on my feet.
I want to be a wonderful baker.
I am a dancer and a 7th grader.
I pretend to be on t.v.
I feel whats it like to fly like a bee.
I touch the charterers in all my books.
I worry about all evil crooks.
I cry when I can't go to the lake.
I am a dancer and a 7th grader.
I understand the Bible.
I say "Live, Love, Laugh".
I dream about gymnastics.
I try to make my flips fantastic.
I hope that you know who I am.
I am a dancer and a 7th grader.
I wonder about the heavenly maker.
I hear the winds magical beat.
I see myself with point shoes on my feet.
I want to be a wonderful baker.
I am a dancer and a 7th grader.
I pretend to be on t.v.
I feel whats it like to fly like a bee.
I touch the charterers in all my books.
I worry about all evil crooks.
I cry when I can't go to the lake.
I am a dancer and a 7th grader.
I understand the Bible.
I say "Live, Love, Laugh".
I dream about gymnastics.
I try to make my flips fantastic.
I hope that you know who I am.
I am a dancer and a 7th grader.
Monday, May 31, 2010
Getting ready for summer!
Summer is Here... Well kinda, not really. But it's not snowing :) And we are all for it. All done with school. ( all except for math ) Putting flip-flops on and Sunscreen. I love summer. This Summer I turn 11. I love Summer.
Thursday, January 28, 2010
Falling asleep watching.......................Stock Market?
In School were reading "Whatever happened to Penny Candy" and we learned about The stock market so we watched it for about 15 minutes and Emma fell asleep with Cameron.
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