Month of June, 2002

I was about to swing on my tireswing.

I love Autum because the air gets cooler
I love Autom because your smile turnes light

I love autum because the the cool air chills us
A crisp windbreaker in the bright sunlight

I love Autum because the leaves turn colors
I love autum because they litter the ground

I love autum becuase the leaves paint a picture
Watching the leaves turn and around and around

I love Autum becuase the picnics happen
Family reunions, with family and food

I love Autum becuase its spent together
A happy feeling and a wonderful mood

I love Autum because the smells is breathtaking
An almost crisp feeling a sweet smelling sniff

I love Autum becuase the gesse fly south
Their wings beat louldy, up they lift

I love Autum becuase of all the happiness
Spent with family and friends and nautre a happiness, a just

I love Autum becuase of animals and friendship
A new bond made a new bond made of trust.

This is an after story, I suppose, or the chapters I wrote of 2 BF's + 1 Guy= Trouble!!!.

January 3, 2002

Dear Hannie,
I just got you as a new present from aunt Linda in Egypt.

One morning when I was watching the Animal Planet on T.

If I could see the world in 100 years it would be like this.

The bright sun shone through the window of my new bedroom.

The sun was hot and beating down hard on my neck from the tinted windows of the gray mini van.

These are just a collection of descriptions that I use to help me with my writing (all my own of course).

My best friend is a superstar
A gymnyst I suppose
She somtimes brags about her acomplishments
That everyone knows

My Best friend won nationals
She's a author on extreme
She thinks she'll be "discovered" soon
She makes me want to scream!

My best friend is a know it all
She thinks it's all to know
I think you know what you know
and it's not all or show

My best friend wants a MILLION pets
But that's not a crime, so do I
But sometimes that all she talks about
It makes me want to cry

But the worst thing about her
is the way she never cares
If lipstick is smeared on her eyebrows
or cobwebs just formed in her hair

And sometimes all that whining
Is just more than I can take
"Maggie, my head is hurting"
"I've got a stomach ache"

And the absolute worst thing EVER
is the way she is never satisfied
She never is happy with what's she's got
If only being selfish had a prize

Now I know what your thinking
Two of two things I suppose
"Why is she still your best friend"
Well I got some reasons for those

For one thing she almost totally like me
Except for all that whinging of course
She loves animals and being outdoors
And her favorite animal is a horse

And the second thing you are thinking
Is stop whining you sound like a brat
Well if you think I am whining
I'm not and that is that

The onyl reason I wrote this
Is becuase I try to tell her about
The things that she needs to work on
The things that she needs to work out

So I'm sorry for spilling my feelings
All over like a baby's cry
But yuo see I had to tell someone
Or else I'd simply cry.

I am a soccer ball,
Being kicked around.

The field is coated with purple and green shirts
I take the ball and pass it
Amanda runs with it and tests her shot
Endurance

She lines it up and.

In the Fourteen hundreds there were Indians with brown skin and black hair.

I am a future lanyard,
Being sewed by a little child.

I want to be an Ultra Mega Super-Duper Lego machine designer.

One dark and lonely night as I was dusting off my broomstick, I heard the strangest sound.

Dear Diary,

I watched the Sampsons start to load their wagon today.

Dear frog pillow,

I would like to thank you for your comfort when I sleep on you.

“Ah!” cried some scientists as an underwater volcano erupted.

I was 10 when Emily was introduced to our family.

Life is taken for granted

A simple sunset,

A storm of colors blended together

Pink, purple, red, orange

An angel’s view on life that we can see every day

But what if we weren’t given that chance?

It is a special thing

To be able to

See the sunsets and the wonders of nature

To hear the musicians songs

To hear rain drumming on the windowpane

You never know when you might not hear

The voice of a loved one spoken again

It is a gift

To be able to smell

Warm, fresh chocolate chip cookies

Or the smell of a new born baby

God has given us these gifts

And everyday is like Christmas

But we choose to ignore it

Because we think it will always be there

It is a treasure

To be able to taste a snowflake

That melts on your tongue

To taste the sweetness of that same

Chocolate chip cookie

Does God know what it’s like to taste a chocolate chip cookie?

All the things that God has given us we have

Used and abused

I see life in a different way now

To be able to feel someone’s hug or kiss

To be able to hold a baby in your arms

And know that you brought it into the world

Maybe that he or she will see the gifts

Of Life for what they really are

Temporary gifts that God has given or loaned to us

So that we may see what the real meaning of life is

Life is taken for granted

A storm, a performance of nature’s ability,

God tests our strength with some of these

Gifts

An earthquake, a hurricane, a famine, a war

Not exactly gifts in my book

But some things He gives us are presents in disguise

And the more I look

The more I begin to see

The world may not be perfect

But God is and He gave us this world to make,

To shape

From generation to generation

And I have to wonder

Where will be in five, ten or even thirty years if everyone

Takes life for granted?

Katie smith © June 10, 2002 wow! This just came pouring out of me…I can’t express the way it makes me feel! I hope you enjoy it!

bridgiegrrl@highschoolclub.

Today was another exciting soccer day; it was also our last game of the season.

Dear Diary,

I found today that Micheal fancys me.

Sometimes you call me a baby

Sometimes you take me as shy

Sometimes you don't let me do things

Those "sometimes" make me want to cry

Sometimes you go without me

Sometimes you don't even ask

Sometimes you walk right by me

I feel like I'm wearing an invisible mask

Sometimes you don't let me play

Sometimes you don't even try

Sometimes you act all cool and stuff

You think that your cool and sly

Sometimes you misread me

If ever you ask me to play

Somtimes I ask were your going

You don't even bother to say

Sometimes you get invited

Sometimes I do not

Sometimes I fell a bubble well up

And think I'll blow up on the spot

But sometimes you are desent

Sometimes you are true bliss

But that's only "somtimes"

Because your still my big sis.

Thursday morning, I awoke to sunshine and nothing but blue skies.

Dear Diary,

A letter came from Father today.

Dear Diary,

Father was enrolled in war today.

“Life isn’t a fairy tale, Heather! There are no ‘happily-ever-afters’”.

I was riding down the hill

Right up near my school

So I decided to do wheelies

So that I could be cool

My brother ahead warned me

Of the sight to see

A poor little squirell

Lying right beside me

His little helpless body

All alone and sad

I thought of the devious killer

And just the thought made me mad!!

Now I know I may seem stupid

But really I'm not

The poor little lifeless squirell

Could've acomplished alot

I think every animal

With every meaningful soul

Should be cared for with respect

You shouldn't need to be told

I know this poem is sort of stupid

But really it's a perl

For this poem is in memory

of David P.

Once upon a time there was a good king who had three sons.