I Love the way the kids jumped around
with nice balloon hats
and little trinkets they made in their hands.
I liked the way they weren't afraid to show off their skills.
I liked how they moved smoothly with pride.
I liked the smiles on their faces when they see us happy.
that was a little something about Spring Festival..I would have more but i think it's just right when I leave it as that. Anyways I had a great time in church today especially dancing because it's something that I'm loving to do. So I hope that many kids signed up for daycamp and hopefully I'll be able to work with many of them. Also Great Job to all those who worked on the other crafts they were really neat and really nice!
so now another poem for my world lit class..I just thought that I should post it up here also because I really like it.
What do I see?
Written by Wendy Lee
I think of sweet juicy peaces in the summer
and a symphony of flutes on a warm sunny day at the beach.
I know the joy and laughter of a new mother and her baby.
I can see the neighbor's dog at my front porch.
I'm delighted about the diploma I receive once I graduate.
I know the blush red young girls that chatter away on weekends.
I can feel that you've been longing to go on vacation since last year.
I'm scared about the new bride waiting for the night to past.
I understand the beautiful translucent lakes that reflect snowy white mountains.
I fly with the brown spotted horses on an empty field of colorful green grass.
I jump at the chance to receive my first kiss with the one I love.
And all this I see in the rose quartz,
that I had picked up on my way to his house.
I know the heart beat of a little young butterfly.
I can see yummy scented candy store around the corner.
I’m delighted about visiting the familiar florist every Sunday morning before lunch.
I know my collections of books on my shelves are waiting to be touched again.
I can feel hope and the many new blessings coming from God.
I’m scared for our Earth and everything that’s happening to it.
I understand the reason for shouts when a baby first walks by herself.
I fly with the pretty green birds in the forests of South America.
I jump when I hear music that I like.
And all this I see in the rose quartz,
That I had picked up on my way to his house.
All this I saw in the mineral,
But it gave my life some meaning.