Writings from the past

Hey, I thought I should put some of my writing up from last school year before this school year begins.

I don’t rememeber when I wrote this, but I had really fun writing it.

Elliot, My Friend

Elliot is my favorite nephew. He is 7 month old, and lives about an hour away from me. Elliot is very short; he’s a baby. He is also really chubby. My mom calls him “thunder thighs”. He has very little, but he don’t doesn’t care. Even thoguh he has light red hair, bright blue eyes, abd pale white skin, he doesn’t look like an American flag.  You know he thinks you’re funny when he pulls back is lip and “sniffs” at you. Elliot isn’t always happy. His lonely cry makes you want to pick him up and hug him. Once you’ve picked him, he smiles at you really big. Elliot loves being held, espacially by me. That’s what I like best about him.

You Know…

You know you have a little sister when you find a worm drowned in powdered laundry soap in the dryer.

Poem

I’m here

The world spins

While I stand still

 

Thinking

Listening

Waiting for something

 

Wishing

For something

Remembering

 

Old times

They rattle in my head

Pulling teardrops out

 

Crying

Having no idea why

Wanting something

 

Close my eyes

Forget

I must

Book Review: The Pushcart War

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Title: The Pushcart War

Author: Jean Merrill

Illustrated By: Ronni Solbert

In this book, the pushcart and their owners are being over run by all the truck drivers that are starting the get a little bit pushy. The pushcart peddlers come up with plan to get rid of the trucks without getting noticed. The truck drivers and the push peddlers fight out a long war. Who will win?

I love this book, and I have read it 2 to 3 time in the last couple years. This is a fun to read book, and great for all ages. It also would be a great book to read aloud for younger children.

Poetry #3 Written 10/30/07

“I hate you!”

What once gave me peace now makes me angry.

I got off track. Like bad looking good in the face.

My secret place I did hate.

It reminded me of the peace I once got.

Why could I not get it again?

It never changed.

it was still just as beautiful as God had created it.

I had rotted!

Oh, what a horrible thing!

I now expect to find the same peace that I once had; if I ever go back.

If I ever take that chance.

 

 

Poetry #2, Written 9/30/07

 

 

“It’s just a baby needing a liver, take him!” she said.

 

“He is a baby needing a liver, thank you,” he whispered.

 

He, dirty and tattooed treasured that baby like his last breath of life.

 

I’m proud of him, proud of him.

Nothing Much

So, how was your summer?
I had a lovely one, and enjoying the last day. [today]
Is any one looking forword to the
beautiful school year? Me? No, not really, maybe, sure, ok, I give up. :) I will stop boring you with me rambilings so, how about some…

…JOKES!!!!!!!!!!

#1 Attorney: “At the scene of the accident, did you tell the constable you had never felt better in your life?”

Farmer: “That’s right.”

Attorney: “Well, then, how is it that you are now claiming you were seriously injured when my client’s auto hit your wagon?”

Farmer: “When the constable arrived, he went over to my horse, who had a broken leg, and shot him. Then he went over to Rover, my dog, who was all banged up, and shot him. When he asked me how I felt, I just thought under the circumstances, it was a wise choice of words to say I’ve never felt better in my life.”

#2 One sunny day in 2008, an old man approached the White House from across
Pennsylvania Avenue, where he’d been sitting on a park bench.

He spoke to the Marine standing guard and said, “I would like to go in
and meet with President Hillary Clinton.”

The Marine replied, “Sir, Mrs. Clinton is not President and doesn’t
reside here.”

The old man said, “Okay,” and walked away.

The following day, the same man approached the White House and said to
the same Marine, “I would like to go in and meet with President Hillary
Clinton”.

The Marine again told the man, “Sir, as I said yesterday, Mrs. Clinton
is not President and doesn’t reside here.”

The man thanked him and again walked away . .

The third day, the same man approached the White House and spoke to the
very same Marine, saying “I would like to go in and meet with President
Hillary Clinton.”

The Marine, understandably agitated at this point, looked at the man and
said, “Sir, this is the third day in a row you have been here asking to
speak to Mrs. Clinton. I’ve told you already several times that Mrs.
Clinton is not the President and doesn’t reside here. Don’t you
understand?”

The old man answered, “Oh, I understand you fine, I just love hearing
your answer!”

The Marine snapped to attention, saluted, and said, “See you tomorrow Sir.”

#3 Wanda’s dishwasher quit working so she called a repairman.
Since she had to go to work the next day, she told the
repairman, “I’ll leave the key under the mat. Fix the
dishwasher, leave the bill on the counter, and I’ll mail you
a check.
“Oh, by the way, don’t worry about my bulldog. He won’t
bother you. But, whatever you do, do NOT, under ANY
circumstances, talk to my parrot! I REPEAT, DO NOT TALK TO
MY PARROT!!!”

When the repairman arrived at Wanda’s apartment the
following day, he discovered the biggest, meanest-looking
bulldog he had ever seen. But, just as she had said, the dog
just lay there on the carpet, watching the repairman go
about his work.
The parrot, however, drove him nuts the whole time with his
incessant yelling and name calling. Finally, the repairman
couldn’t contain himself any longer and yelled, “Be quiet,
crazy bird!”

To which the parrot replied, “Get him, Spike!”

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