Wednesday, February 25, 2009

DEATH IS LIFE BY AARON S AGE 10

DEATH IS NOT THE END DEATH IS THE BEGINING OF A NEW LIFE SO DO NOT FEAR DEATH YOUR FRIENDS AND FAMILY WILL BE WAITING FOR YOU AND SO WILL YOUR SAVIOR JESUS CHRIST AND GOD HIMSELF FOR YOU ARE HIS CHILD DO NOT FEAR JUST LIFT UP YOUR HEAD AND SAY HELLO FATHER

LINDSAY LAUREN A AGE 8

MY BIG SISTER SOFT AND DEAR I AM SO GLAD THAT WE ARE HERE SITTING TOGETHER JUST US TWO YOU LOVNG ME AND ME LOVING YOU

Monday, February 23, 2009

HARRY POTTER

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-imfbg1w_R4&eurl=http://www.gryffindorgazette.com/2009/02/23/harry-potter-and-the-half-blood-prince-mtv-spoilers-footage/


IT LOOKS REALY GOOD

LOVE BY KRYSCHELL AGE 10

IT IS A FAMILY IT IS A FRIEND IT IS A BROTHER AND SISTER BUT MOST IMPORTANT IT IS ME AND YOU TOGETHER FOREVER

I'M COMING BY JAIDE TAIE ANEE P AGE 11

I'M COMING TO YOU FATHER I';; TRY MY WHOLE IE THROUGH TO STAY ON THE DIRECTD PATH I' TRY TIO GET TO YOU I WI TRY TO GET BACK HOME I WIL TRY TO LIVE LIFE RIGHT I WIL TRY THE BEST I CAN I WILL STAY CLEAN IN THY SIGHT I WILL TRY TO PAST MY TRIALS EVEN TOHOUGH IT MAY COST I KNOW THAT IF I DO MY BEST THY SPIRIT WON'T BE LOST THE TRILAS THAT I FACE THE STEP THAT I MUST TAKE EVERYTHING THAT I MUST MUST DO THE SACRIFICE I'L MAKE I WILL DO IT VERY WILLINGLY IT HELPS ME GET TO THEE FOR I KNOW THOU ART WAITING THAT IS MY REWARD TO BE

FORGIVENESS BY JACOB H AGE 9

FATHER FATHER HEAR MY PLEA I PLEAD FOR FORGIVNESS I PLEAD FOR YOUR FFORGIVENESS I JUST PLEAD FOR THAT ONE THING PLEASE FATHER IT WI FEE GOOD IT WIL IT WIL THANKYOU FOR FORGIVENESS THANKYOU

FAMILY HUG BY DIANE M FRANSON

A HUG FOR MOM A HUG FOR DAD AND ONE FOR SIS AND BROTHER THERE'S NOTHING LIKE A FAMILY HUG TO SHOW WE LOVE EACH OTHER

PROPHET BY MATHEW R AGE 7

PREPARE TO GO TO CHURCH
READ THE SCRIPTURES
ON THE SABATH DAY KEEP IT HOLY
PREACH THE GOSPEL
HELP PEOPLE WHEN THEY NEED HELP
EAT THE BREAD OF CHRIST
TEACH ABOUT THE GOSPEL

LOVE IS BY EIGH ANN R AGE 10

LOVE IS AN ADVENTURE TO EXPLORE LOVE IS A HOUSE WITH A OPEN DOOR LOVE IS EYES TO SEE NEW THINGS LOVE IS A MYSTERY WITH WHAT IT BRINGS LOVE IS THE MUSIC INSTRUMENTS PLAY LOVE IS POWER TO TURN NIGHT INOT DAY LOVE IS BEAUTY WE'RE MEANT TO SEE LOVE IS BELIEF IN WHAT WE CAN'T SEE LOVE IS KINDNESS YOU SEE IN A FRIEND LOVE IS GLORY THAT WIL NEVER END

START BY JACE ARTHUR AGE 10

THERE SOMETHING VERY IMPORTANT CALLED PRAYER YOU CAN DO I ANYTIME ANYWHERE YOU CAN DO IT BEFORE YOU EAT A PEAR OR EVEN IN OUR SECRET LAIR PRAYER STRENGTHENS THE REALTINSHIP BETWEEN HEVEANAY FATHER AND YOU YOU CAN DO IT IF YOU LOSE YOUR SHEEP YO CAN DO IT IF YOU GET LOST AT THE ZOO BUT PRAYER IS VERY IMPORTANT TOO YOU FOLD YOUR ARMS AND BOW YOUR HEAD WHEN YOUR'E LISTING PAY ATTENTION TO EACH WORD THAT'S SAID YOU SHOULD ALWAYS DO IT WHEN YOU GO TO BED AND IT SHOUD HAVE THE PROPER BEGININFG MIDDLE AND END IT DOSEN'T HAVE TO BE LONG OR SHORT IT CAN BE THE CASUAL SORT IT CAN BE A PRAYER IN YOUR HEART WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR START

JOSEPH SMITH BY KYLEE M AGE 10

JOSEPH KNELT WITH TREMBLING KNEES IN THE MIDST OF ALL THE TREES HE WISHED TO KOW WHAT CHURCH WAS TRUE AND PRAYED TO LEARNDED WHAT HE SHOULD DO THEN HE BOWED HIS HEAD TO ASK THE LORD LIKE HE HAD READ APPEARED GOD THE FATHER AND THE SON JOSEPH WINDERED WHAT HE HAD DONE HE LEARNED ABOUT THE GOLDEN PLATES AND ONLY HE COUD THE TRUE GATES ALSO HE LEARN THAT NO CHURCH WAS RIGHT AND HE WAS CALLED TO RESTORE THE LIGHT

THE SWING BY JESSICA C. MILLER

WITH THE WIND IN MY HAIR AND BLUE SKIES EVERYWHERE AND THERE SEEMS TO EXIST NOT A THING BUT THE PEACE AND THE EASE OF THE CALM GENTLE BREEZE YES THAT'S HOW I FEEL WHEN I SWING HERE I CLOSE MY EYES THINK OF SWEET LULLABIE AND THE SONGS MY MOTHER USED TO SING AND THE STORIES DAD READ WHEN HE TUCKED ME IN BED YES THAT'S HOW IFEEL WHEN I SWING INTO THE FUTURE I CAN OOK AS IF SKIPPING AHEAD AHEAD IN MY BOOK TO PICTURE LIVING MY DREAMS THIS IS WHERE I WRITE THE STORY AND WHAT I FEEL THE GLORY YES THAT'S HOW I EEL WHEN I SWING I LOOK AT THE FLOWERS THE GRASS AND THE TREES THE BIRDS THE BUTTERFLIES EVEN THE BEES I FEEL IF I HAVE THEIR WINGS OH IF IWERE TO DROP I'L BE SORRY TO STOP YES THAT'S HOW IFE WHEN I SWING

SNOW BY STACEY MARIE PENMAN

THE SNOE THE SNOW THE PURE WHITE GLOW WITH CHRISTMAS DRAING NIGH THE COLD IT BRINGS SO OFTEN STINGS AS IT FALLS FROM THE SKY IT STINGS THE SIN BUT WARMS WITHIN AND BRINGS BRIGHT HOLIDAY CHEER IT WARMS THE HEART TO SEE THE START OF THIS SPECIAL TIME OF YEAR

FIRST DAY IN FINLAND BY MELINA GOTTLING

THE HOUSE IS CANOPIED IN GREEN AND THE RAIN DOSN'T FALL TO THE GROUND IT SIFTS THROUGH THE LEAVES MAKING A HOLLOW SOUND AS IT FALLS ON THE FERN AND GOOSEBERRYY BUSHES THAT ARE UNDER THE EAVES AND THE DRIPLINE OF THE TREES I CAN HEAR THE ROOTS DRINKING AND SWELLING GRATEFUL FOR THE COOL RAIN THAT FEEDS THEM RAIN FROM THE BALTIC SEA THAT KEEPS ME INSIDE AGAINST GRANDMA'S AND GRANDPA WINDOWSILL WITH DAMP MORNING GLORY CLINGING TO THE WINDOW PANES AND A WHOLE COUNTRY WAITING OUTSIDE I'M STUCK IN THE WHITE WASH COTTAGE FILLED WITH WAM BREATH OF BLUE BERRY TARTS AND MUSIC FROM 1950S HOLLY WOOD GRANDMA AND GRANDPA IS AT THE TABLE HUMMING AND MAKING CLOTH BODIES FOR THE HEADS HANDS AND FEET MADE OF CLAY AND SPREAD OUT ON THE TAABLE LIKE A DOLL'S MORGUE THE FINNISH/ENGLISH DICTIONARY SITS OPEN ON THE TABLE NEXT TO MY GRANDMA AND GRANDPA I SIT ACROSS THEM THEY SMILED I RELATE TO THE GOOSE BERRY BUSHES AND LOVE RAIN

CHANGE OF SEASONS BY DEAN L LARSEN

THIS MORNING AUTUMN COYLY PEERED THROUGH CRIMSON LEAVES REACHED FORTH HER RUSSET HAND IN SOFT CARESS AND SUMER IN A MELLOW MOOD PROMPTLY YIELDED TO HER TOUCH

SILENCE BY MARLA HARRIS

SILENCE SPREADS ITSELF OVER THE FIELD THICKLY THE SUN MELTS OVER THE WATER AND SKY LEAVING DROPS OF RED ORANGE YELLOW BLUE AND PINK THE TREES REACH OUT TO THE MOON WHO'S OUT UNNCECCESSARILLY BUT WATCHES PLEASED WITH WHAT HE SEES NIGHT IS FALLING

MY KITE BY ERIN CAMP WORLAND

I WENT OUTSIDE TO FLY MY KITE ONE BREZY DAY IN SPRING I WONDER JUST HOW HIGH IT WOULD GO SO LET OUT ALL THE STRING WITH THE END HELD FIRMLLY IN MY GRASP MY THOUGHT BEGAN TO FLOW O HOW MUCH HIGHER COULD IT FLY IF I'D JUST LET IT GO WITH THAT MY HAND RELEASE THE STRING AND MUCH TO MY SURPRISE IT FELL SRAIGHT DOWN INSTEAD OF SOARING THROUGH THE SIES WHAT WENT WRONG I ASK MYSELF THIS MADE NO SENSE AT ALL I TRIED AND TRIED AGAIN BUT EACH TIME ALL IT DID WAS FALL SO ONE LAST TIME I RAN TO LET THE BREEZE LIFT UP THE KITE I LET THE STRING OUT TO THE END BUT THIS TIME HELD ON TIGHT I SMILED AS I GAZED UPON THOSE COLORS WAY UP HIGH I REALIZED THAT LIKE MY KITE WE TO NEED STRING TO FLY OUR STRING IS THE GOSPEL AND ITS PURPOSE NOW IS SURE THEMPTATION'S WIND MAY TUG AND PULL BUT OUR STRING CAN HELP US SOAR I'LL HOLD ON TIGHT TO WHAT I KNOW AND LIKE MY KITE I'LL BE THE GOSPEL DOSEN'T HOLD US BACK INSTEAD IT MAKES US FREE

A TESTIMONY GROWS BY CLEA JENSON NEWMAN

THROUGH MOUNTAIN AND VALLEY I ROAM SEARCHING FOR SOMETHING WAITING FOR A CLEAR IMAGE EXPECTING SOMETING STARTLING SHOCKING OR REVEALING YET GOD IN HIS WIDSOM LET ME LISTEN TO THE SECRET WHISPERS OF PINES GAZE AT CRYSTAL CUT STARS WATCH A GOLDEN SUN SINK BEHIND AGE OLD HILLS TENDERLY HOLD A HAND AND SLOWLY I BEGAN TO KNOW

SOFT SUMMER DAYS BY JOANE MILES STEVESON

SOMETIMES ON THE SOFT SUMERS DAYS CHILREN LIE IN VAST GOLDEN MEADOWS AND BLOW FLUFFY WHITE DANDELIONS INTO THE WIND

BUTTERFLY BY DEAN MILLS

A LITTLE BUTTERFLY SO FRAIL A THING FLOATS AS IF A SIGH HAS BREATHE UPON ITS WING A LITTLE BUTTERFLY ONCE IN A COCOON NOT THEN I KNEW THAT BEAUTY COME SO SOON

DAILY SOWING BY ERIN K RUSSEL

I HAVE A PLOT OF EARTH AND HAVE PLANTED THERE A HANDFUL OF GOOD SEEDS THAT I HOPE WILL BEAR, BUT I MUST LABOR AND TILL THE SOIL, FEED THE PLANTS AND WITH MY TOIL , IF I RISE EARLY TO WORK EACH DAY AND THRUST AWAY THE STRANGLING WEEDS AND INFERTILE LAND THEN COME THE PROGRESS BY MY STEADY HAND IT 'S THE DAY TO DAY PRODUCTIVE HOURS THAT PURCHASE GROWTH AND PRODUCE FLOWERS LIKEWISE MY IFE IF I TAKE CARE I WILL MATURE AND STRENGTHEN WHERE I WAS ONCE WEAK HAD LACKED IN HEART OR WANTED FOR COURAGE SO FOR MY PART I HAVE ENDEAVORED LIFE'S LIKE THE EARTH AND REGUIRES EFFORT FOR YIELDING WORTH IT'S THE DAY TO DAY PRODUVTIVE ROW THAAT REAPS THE GOOD FROM SEED YOU SOW
and audrey poems are better than these poems
i got this idea to type poems from the new era and friends from audrey
and her poem was really good and meaning ull
love allison