Beauty

Beauty isn't shallow or
skin deep
it's not a look
you can achieve or
or aim for or
something everyone wishes for
because everyone has it
and it's not just in people
because beauty can sneak itself into
the smallest things
like on wildflower
dipping to one side and
then another
in the wind
or a spider web
stretched
between two sturdy bushes
with an intricate
and precise design
glistening with morning dew
a sight someone
will see as worthless and
common
but someone will see its
true and rightful
beauty
and beauty will never be rare
because you
can see it everywhere
you just have to
open your
eyes

Sorry, I've been absent from my blog for a while, but I intend to start it back up... so you will hear from me soon!!!

Some Poem About my Dog

Oliver's Bone

I hold my bone in my paw, and
Chew
Chew
Chew
Chew
My owner throws a toy, yet I
Chew
Chew
Chew
Chew
My bone is only the size of my small paw…nearly gone!
Chew
Chew
Chew
Chew
OW!
I bit my paw
No more bone
Whimper, Whimper
“Okay, here’s a new bone” and I…

Chew Chew

Chew Chew
Chew Chew…CHEW!!!!!!

Snow!

Are you sick of the snow? I am. So (I doubt this will work) but I came up with a snow removal chant.

(Sung to the tune of rain, rain go away)

Snow Snow there below
by my windowpane,
snow snow oh oh
you're causing us such pain,
I once liked you,
time three or four,
snow snow kids on you chew,
I can't get out the door
Snow Snow Snow Snow
please just go away
Snow Snow Snow Snow
and don't come back another day

A Random Poem

The Duck

The duck waddles across the lake

quack quack quack
Some bread he will take

quack quack quack
fluff a feather or two

quack quack quack
fly away after staring at you

SQUACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Orange Firefly Part Four:D

Orange Firefly Continued...

"You may come out now." the Queen finally said. Isabella and I stepped outside.
"We need to talk. But for now, you should probably get out of your pyjamas." I was taken away
by a servant and dressed in a t-shirt and jeans. Isabella came out too. She had a pink shirt and
blue overalls. The Queen motioned for us to sit down. "A long time ago," she started, "there was
a prophecy. The child with hair of night will come from the enemy, and will bring back the power
of the waterfall crystal. She will re-awaken what shouldn't have been awakened, yet she will
restore peace and harmony." Everyone was silent for a really long time, then finally the Queen
said, "That child is Isabella."

Mrs. Ander's house

It was a dark, stormy night when Josie was asked to deliver the newspaper to Mrs. Ander, who lived on the other side of town. "Will you Hun? Your Father disappeared in the storm, and we need someone to do it." pleaded Josie's Mom. "Why should I?" snapped Josie. This behavior didn't seem new to Josie's Mom, Josie was a brat. I know, eleven-year-olds shouldn't behave that way, but I'm not Josie's Mom. "...Please...?" implored her Mom. "Oh, fine!" hissed Josie, with a hostile look in her eyes. She ripped the paper from her Mom's hand, and set off to the other side of town.

The rain pelted the ground, and the only light outside was the striking bolts of lightning. "...Stupid paper..." growled Josie under her breath. She had been running across town with a worthless scrap of newspaper for over fifteen minutes. She finally reached Old Mrs. Ander's house. She knocked on the door. "Help!" screamed a man's voice. Was it, was it her Father? She was about to go in on her own, to see why her Father was screaming, but Mrs. Ander pulled her in first.

Josie and Donald still weren't back. Why did her Husband and Daughter mess up everything? Eliza took another newspaper, and prepared to deliver it herself...