What do you remember from Spring Break?

Spring break is fun for many people. Some go where it is warm and some go see there families. This is what I remember from spring break.

Free Time!!

It’s time for spring break!!!!
Yeah!!!!
No more English, calculus, and cafeteria food.
The track team goes to Florida,
Show choir to Disney World,
Others go home, to San Padre Islands, Texas, Florida,
Chicago, New York, and Atlanta.
I’m going to Wisconsin
To see my grandma.

No worries, sleeping late,
Home-cooked meals; chicken, stuffing, spinach, BLT’s,
Spaghetti, meatloaf, and beef-macaroni-bake.
After that I’ll be able to come back with a smile.
It is time for spring break!!!!!

Has anybody guess the answer to yesterday’s riddle? One more day and I will give you the answer.

Write a riddle

Riddle

Time and space very small
Needing much more

Items coming one after another
Not enough time to get it all done
Burning hands and dirty clothes
Clinking and humming
Grey, silver, and white flashing by
Needing much more time and space

What could it be? I will tell you on another day. Please post what your ideas are.

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Freestyle Day.

Do you sometimes have no idea what to write? I know I do. Here is a poem that I wrote when I had no idea what I was going to write about.

No Idea

Poetry is hard to write without ideas
Or in standard form.
Thoughts float by on the breeze.
I wish one would stop for me.
I ponder writing poetry and all the great poets;
Emily Dickenson, Walt Whitman, Ben Johnson, John Donne.
I wonder about the trouble they had
Think of ideas, putting them on paper.

It made a thought stop floating and come rest by me
So I could write this poem.

What is your favorite Season?

I would have to say that my true favorite season would be spring. This poem shows the changes between winter and spring where I grew up.

Change of Season

When snow begins to melt
Off the mountainside
And Deer Creek fills with water.
Iris, May flowers, and salt and pepper
Grow to their full beauty.
The grass turns
From brown to green.
Blue birds, meadowlarks, and robins,
Returning from winter homes
Make nests in cottonwoods.
Baby animals are in the barnyard,
Calves, chicks, and lambs.
We know its spring

Does your past bother you?

Does your past bother you?

I have written about many things since I have begun writing. This poem should be important to all of us, because it shows how easily we can lose what is important to us if we are not careful.

My Past

I journeyed to the other side of the fence
And realized I didn’t like it,
I’m unable to go back where I belong.
I miss everything I took for granted;
Friends, family, and husband.
Don’t come to this side.
If life is not good now,
Don’t give up hope.
Stay with those who love you,
Stay happy and content.
Don’t leave your side of the fence.

Bad Hair Day

BAD HAIR DAY

Bad hair days are something else, but I will never let them get me down. I love those days, because then I can look like the rest of the people who are always looking like just got out of bed. I am sure it took them many hours and lots of time to get the hairstyle that just comes naturally to me. I have short hair, and that means that it is about 4 inches long. This is the perfect length to have a bad hair day every day. I wake up, get out of bed and I always look like a monster that crawled out of a cave. I love it. Some of my hair looks normal and flat, some is all tangled up and the rest is sticking straight up in the air. The only way to fix the problem is to get my hair wet or wash it. I guess I would be better off if my hair was curly or wavy, because then it might look like a coordinated mess. It wouldn’t be fun though. How can you have fun if your hair looks perfect all the time? I like the mess. I wonder if the way your hair looks reflects on the way the rest of you life? I might want to think about that. I stay home all the time and my hair is a mess, so is the house. I think I should start doing my hair every single day. I AM tired of a messy house so I think I will try this little experiment to see if I can get a cleaner house.

The kids always like to pretend a monster is chasing them, so here I come. I will start my experiment tomorrow.

Energetic Kids

I would have to say that the best part of my day is spending it with my energetic kids. From the moment they crawl in bed with me in the morning until I kiss them goodnight at the end of the day they are what keeps me going. I have two kids, a boy who is almost five and a girl who is three. My son, Joe, is pure boy and my girl, Sally, is girl all the way. Joe likes hunting and trucks. He will creep around the house stalking elk and polar bears. He spends the afternoons playing with his cars and trucks. Sally likes wearing dresses and playing with dolls. She never wears shirts and pants. Her dolls are always wearing the latest fashions.

They love playing with each other and running races around the house. That is their favorite thing. They have an aunt that runs cross-country in high school, so they like to run races in the house when she is running. Cooking is the second thing Joe and Sally like to do the most. They have pretend food and dishes and they like making people birthday cakes and dinner. They wear their aprons and are always busy doing dishes or laying out them out for the meal Joe and Sally have prepared for me.

I enjoy cooking for them and caring for them every day, with their help of course. We often have our bumps along the road, but the energy Joe and Sally have gives me the energy to get things done. I am doing what I need to do for my energetic kids, so they can grow into energetic adults.