BIBPC #5 {First Category} – Team Watermelon Rules All!!

Hi everyone!

I have exciting news! I have finally learned how to change the file name of my pictures from RW2, to JPG. Yay! Now I can download pics from my camera to here. 🙂

Here is my entry for Megan’s BIBPC photography contest. Any Watermelons out there?

I don’t know why there are blue lines around the leaves. It may be from the lighting; I don’t know. I didn’t notice them until now. Sorry about that!

We get extra points if we do a story behind the picture, so here it is:

Before I took the picture, I was waiting for my Dad to come home with a watermelon in the grocery bags, but he couldn’t get one so I settled with this picture. 😉 The morning I took this I was feeling a little sad because I missed our old land, so I decided to take some pictures and look at my world in a different view. This is the mandarine tree hanging over our neighbors’ fence.

I’ll post more pictures soon!

Due to me downloading to many pictures at a time my media files is sooooooo slow therefore no sign off.

Smile! Zielle

I need help for The Wands of Trystal {SPOILERS ALERT}



Hi everyone, sorry for two posts in a day, but I need some help. Instead of Jovial Drinnigan going of to find some wands to restore peace to the lands, should I make it that she has to go and find some warriors or something, and the Trystalines and the Marinos have to go into battle so the Trystalines can get their land back?

If I do that, then the title will most likely be The Quest (‘Quests’ if more than one book) For Trystal.

Sorry if it’s confusing. 😛

But then the whole point of a human fairy coming to Trystal to save them will be ruined.

Here is the whole outline of my story, so you can actually understand what I mean. I want to change a few things so it’ll be more exciting.

Twelve year old Jovial Drinnigan has lost just about everything. Her home, her family, her freedom. Only a year before, her Father had left she and her Mother, and just three weeks ago, her Mother had passed away. Jovi is sent to live with her Aunt, and in only two days, her Aunt has arranged for her to be shipped of to Miss Steeple’s Boarding School For Girls. Trapped in a world where she doesn’t belong, Jovi makes a wish. A wish that she had been wishing ever-since her Mother began reading her fairy-tales every night before bed and every morning as soon as she woke up. When that wish that she had wished for so long finally becomes true, Jovi is only happy to escape reality. Finding out that Trystals’ land has been stolen, Jovi is put on a quest to retrieve the five wands of Trystal and put them in their rightful places to restore peace to the lands.

Reunited with her Mother in a strange world called Trystal, she finds out that her Mother is the Queen of this fairy world, and that it was time for her to return to Trystal. Upon finding this out, Jovial’s Mother, Queen Alalia informs her that their land has been stolen by the Marinos, and until a human comes to Trystal to become a fairy, they can not collect any wands to bring peace to the lands. Now that Jovi is in Trystal, she can retrieve the five wands, but her mother won’t allow it, saying she doesn’t want to lose her again. But when fairies are kidnapped and turned into slaves for the Marinos, Alalia has no choice but to allow her daughter to go on the dangerous journey. Accompanied by Kip, a warrior fairy to protect her, and Lark, who volunteers to join them, they embark on the quest for the first wand. But their quest is interuppted when Jovial is kidnapped by the Marinos as a slave along with the other fairies. Un-beknownst to the Marinos that Jovi is the human fairy, they set her to work and it is up to Kip and Lark to free her. Stopped by the Guardian of Kinghill Valley, he gives them some weapons to help them on the way and a map.

Define That Word #2 {Voting!} + The Wands of Trystal Chapter One

What’s up? 🙂 Here are finally  the polls for Define That Word! Guess who’s been stalling for two weeks. *tries to ignore blatant stares of her audience*

Well whatever. Here they are!

I made a new stories page! Check it out. 🙂 Also, for the title of my book, what do you think is better:

Fun fact about my book: There are going to be five books in the series!! 😮 (impossible)

And, comment below what you think the title of Book One should be. Above, you are voting for the title of the whole series. Now what should the title of book one be?

How about, let’s do another poll.

Chapter One

I lean against the window, gazing at the dull gardens of the school yards. I tear slides down my cheek, and I quickly rub it away. No one can see I am crying. I promised my Mom I would be strong. A year ago, my Dad left my Mom and I, and just three weeks ago I was taken to live with my Aunt when my Mom disappeared. In only two days, my Aunt had arranged for me to be shipped of to Miss Steeple’s Boarding School for Girls.

I imagine myself with my Mother, flying through the sky on fairy wings. It has been my wish for so long, I think.

The school bell gongs and I leap from my seat on the window sill. How many times has it rung this time before I paid attention? I wonder. Yesterday it was six, so I had been told. I can’t be late for class again.

I grab my brush and run it through my golden hair, and then twist my hair into a french braid. A curl bounced over my eye and I push it back. Messy again. Mom used to do such beautiful and neat braids.

I arrive in class, and the first thing I look at is the big grandfather clock ticking away on the other side of the room. 9:16AM. My record of being late. I sigh and slide into my seat, ignoring the blatant stares I grew so used to in my two weeks here.

“Miss Drinnigan, I thought I made it clear that if you were late again, you would not have dinner for three days?” Miss Steeple’s voice cuts through the whispers and snickers echoing through the room.

“I’m sorry, Ma’am. I lost track of the time.” I answer in all honesty. I feel my cheeks burn a tomato red. “I was thinking about- nothing.”

I hear a giggle from across the room. Miss Steeple gives the owner of the giggle a cold stare. “Miss Temple, back to your duties.”

“A time to think, a time to be on time.” Miss Steeple claps her plump hands together. Another loud snicker sounds behind me. Miss Steeple says nothing. Only smiles slightly. Of course. Jessica Morgan. Teachers’ pet.

“Turn to page seventeen in your English books.” She turns back to me. “I would like to see you after school, Jovial.”

I nod. “Yes Ma’am.” “I let my backpack fall of my shoulders. I kick it under the desk. Another day without my family in this horrible place. I feel a sharp tug on my braid. Jessica Morgan. I grit my teeth and turned back to my work. She isn’t worth wasting my time. Jessi smirks. “I heard we’re having potato soup for dinner tonight, Drinnigan.” She whispers. I can feel her hot breath in my ear. My stomach rumbles. I suck in my breath.

“Yeah right, Morgan.” I shoot back.

Jessi gives my braid another yank and looks down. “Jovial Drinnigan. What a sissy name.”

I glance at the clock and then close my eyes. “Six more hours.”

School drags on, and finally the last bell of the day gongs and I shoot out of my seat like a rocket on fire. “Jovial!”

I stop. Right. Miss Steeple wanted to see me after school. “Yes Ma’am?” I turn around.

The girls push past me and Jessi Morgan rams her shoulder into mine. “Have fun, dork!” she hisses, then turns to Miss Steeple, putting on a silky smile. “See you at dinner, Miss Steeple.” Miss Steeple smiles and swoons over Jessi’s beauty. She is so much more beautiful than me, I know.

I scowl. Rat.

Miss Steeple turns back to me. “I know your mother just died, but that doesn’t give you any excuse to be late for every class since you’ve been here. I expect better from you, Jovial.”

“I’m sorry, Miss Steeple. It’s just been hard.”

Miss Steeple sighs. “I will see you at dinner tonight, Jovial, don’t be late. And please try harder.” Miss Steeple brushes past me, patting me on the back.

Maybe she isn’t so bad. I creep to my room, trying to avoid the cold stare and mean words of Jessica.

I push the door to my room open. “I wish I were a fairy,” I say outloud, as soon as the door is shut. “Then I could get away from reality.”

Being a fairy has been my dream eversince I was two years old and my Mom read me fairytales every night before bed and when I woke in the morning.

I spy the painting above my bed and smile. It is a painting of my Mom and I that she had painted. In the painting we are walking down the path in our favorite park, holding hands. It is Autumn, our favorite time of year. Mom has a periwinkle in her right hand, holding it pressed against her chest. I am only six at the time.

“Oh Mom, I wish you were here. I wish I could be a fairy and escape this awful place.” I whisper, climbing onto my bed. I place my hand on the periwinkle. Smiling again, I sink into the bed and lie down for a quick nap.


Music is playing. Everything smells so sweet like the honey dew scent I smelled every morning at home. My eyes flutter open. Where am I? I blink my eyes to adjust. So blurry. I gaze at my surroundings. A silky purple canopy is above me, the color of a fresh periwinkle. But it is still bright in the room. Around me there are people. But they look different. I feel like I have known them for a long time.

I struggle to sit up and blink again. I’m right. They’re fairies. Lacy wings extend from their backs, fluttering as the fairies flit about the place. This is impossible. Fairies aren’t supposed to be real! But yet, here they are in front of me, flying around. I must be dreaming. But it all looks and feels so real to be a dream. I don’t bother pinching myself. Even if this is a dream, I never want to wake up. That must mean I am small. Because everyone knows fairies are much less than a thumb high.

“She’s waking up!” a voice says. Oh no. I don’t want to! I close my eyes, thinking it is someone from my boarding school. But then I open them again when I still feel the cold hard surface of the toadstool I am on beneath me.

I try to find the owner of the voice. It’s a boy. He has a hint of green in his wings, and the green in his eyes are only a tint darker. He wears a long brown shirt and leather pants. A braided leather belt is strapped around his waist and he wears boots. He flies towards me, a bow and arrow in hand. I scramble back. “What-what are you?” I try to sound steady, despite the fact that I am a little scared, but it only comes out as a croak.

The boy scoffs. “I expect you’d know. You wished to be here.”

“Be nice, Kip.” Another voice says. A fairy, a girl with long shiny aqua colored hair floats towards him, placing a hand on his shoulder. Her voice is like a rippling brook. Her eyes are a shallow sea blue, and her dress blue, fading into a lush grass green.

“Relax, Lark.” Kip says, a slight smirk on her face.

Lark glares at him.

“Oh I know you’re a fairy, but- how? Why?” I stutter.

“Hi there!” Lark says, pushing in front of Kip and smiling. “I’m-”

“Queen Alalia!” she is interuppted by a shout. “She’s here!”

My head shoots up when I hear the name. I wonder what fairy has the same name as my Mother’s.

The fairy who is called Lark, darts back into the crowd. Kip, the fairy with the bow and arrows flies beside me, extending his bow and fitting a feathered arrow on the quiver, aiming it directly me. My eyes grow wide and I try to look for an escape route. Suddenly his arm shoots up and he lets go. Zing! The arrow whizzes over my head. I cower. It sices a rope holding a curtain made of long vines. They are covered with leaves and flowers. It drops down behind me, just barely brushing the ground. I stare at it. Periwinkles.

I turn back to the fairies. A hush flows over the crowd of fairies and everyone sits still on their toadstools and petal seats.

I back to the vines. I squint. It’s so bright. A fairy in a long glittering dress made from thousands of periwinkles, appears from behind the vines. It looks like someone I know. Someone I have loved for a long time. My heart skips a beat.

Muahahahaa whooo is it? Guess in the comments, but I won’t tell you. 😉 You probably will guess right though. 😛

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Homeschoolers Unite!! {Something Like an Essay}


Disclaimer: I’m not saying going to school is bad, or you shouldn’t go to school. What I am saying, is that what most schools teach these days are bad, and kids shouldn’t have to be exposed to it.

My Mom’s friend, a homeschooling Mom came to our house today to ask us to sign a petition against the new homeschool draft regulations in our state. The DET (Education Department) and VRQA are making these changes.

In about two weeks, parliament will be voting whether these regulations should take place or not.

My Mom’s friend says that when they vote, they get to decide whether we are ruled under Godly power, or un-Godly power. Students at schools experiencing bullying and worse, have to wait a certain amount of time before their parents can pull them out of school into homeschooling. What happens when these children have to be pulled out immediately? They shouldn’t have to wait to feel safe. What’s more, the DET don’t want to admit anything. Some homeschooling parents submitted some things, protesting the regulations and why. And the DET (Education Department) actually removed some of what these parents had to say, without them knowing. Here is one of them. The font in red is what was deleted:

I only included this one, because the others are pretty bad and I didn’t think you’d want to see them.

It took 6 months for our son to feel comfortable (he had also been seeing a child psychologist an Occupational Therapist and other medical professionals for this entire time) to tell us that he was being bullied and was sexually assaulted at his school, sadly he did not even tell us or the various other professionals about the assault until safely home schooled for six months as it took him that long to trust he would not be returning to the school.
[replaced by] It took 6 months for our son to feel comfortable to tell us that he was being bullied.

Ms. Wight said, ‘We believe this process was more about protecting DET than the submission makers’ privacy.’

That’s true. If the submission makers put what they said in what they submitted, then they probably wanted it kept there. Makes sense, doesn’t it?

The VRQA/DET want us to have to submit in copies of our work; what we’ve been doing in homeschooling. And if they see that we are being taught Creation Science (that God created our universe), then we can’t be registered for homeschooling until we change our science teachings. We aren’t afraid to have to send in our work, because we know there is nothing wrong with it, but if they see it, they probably won’t let us keep on doing what we’re doing. And plus, it’s too cumbersome.

I don’t think people are seeing what’s being taught in schools these days. They tell children that’s it’s OK to be a gender they are not. They teach sexual things, and things that would have parents locked up if they exposed their children to these kinds of explicit things. Well what’s the difference? These students are children who are not supposed to be taught these things at that age. And they call this new thing ‘Safe Schools’. I think they misinterpreted the word safe. Because my dictionary says this (and probably every other dictionary you can find will as well):

Definition of safe; safer; safest

  1. 1 :  free from harm or risk :  unhurt

  2. 2a :  secure from threat of danger, harm, or lossb :  successful at getting to a base in baseball without being put out

  3. 3 :  affording safety or security from danger, risk, or difficulty

  4. 4 obsolete, of mental or moral faculties :  healthy, sound

There are more, but I think you get the point.

Let me give you a brief explanation on what homeschooling is:

It is learning about the world, and learning life.

It is mastering and doing what you love.

One homeschooled girl on an interview on TV (I shared this interview/video a couple weeks ago), and she said, “For me, homeschooling is learning about the world.”

And if these regulations are forced on homeschoolers, the whole point of homeschooling is going to be lost. Different homeschoolers learn differently. Different children learn differently. Homeschooling is very flexible, and it meets the homeschoolers’ unique way of learning. If these regulations are forced down our throats, that’s all going to change.

Coordinator of the Home Education Network, Susan Wight, said the government had not produced any evidence of a problem in home schooling to justify changes in the legislation. (ABC Central, Romensky, Larissa)

“The normal practice to increase regulations is to identify a problem and then propose a solution; they haven’t identified a problem,” Ms Wight said.

In another article on the Home Education Network, she wrote:

Good regulations should identify a clear problem. The ‘problem’ identified is “some home-schooled children may not receive a quality education.” The regulatory increase is disproportionate with the possibility of a problem.

  • DET identified no evidence of harm.
  • DET examined school results for previously home educated students and found no problem.
  • DET tracked home ed alumni and found no problem.

(Wight, Sue)

She’s right. Don’t these people teach logic in their schools?

There are a lot of homeschoolers who stand with me on this. There was a survey asking homeschoolers if they wanted the regulations enforced or not. About 100% of them said NO. What I like about the petitions though, is that children are allowed to sign the petitions. I think you can guess if I signed or not.

Homeschoolers are happy with what they are doing. Some homeschoolers do like to use curriculum, some homeschoolers learn from everyday life and books. We can’t all be put in one tiny box and told that we all have to be taught the same thing. And in that box, you have to teach your children that evolution is true even if you don’t believe in it. We should be able to have the right to believe what we believe. I want to be homeschooled the way I want to be homeschooled. The DET can teach public/private schools whatever they want. But we don’t want to be a part of it.

Homeschooling is a way of getting out of the stress of public/private schooling, and the DET is adding stress to LIFE ITSELF. I dare you to search up, “define homeschool”. And I promise you it will come up with this:

noun: homeschooling; plural noun: homeschoolings; noun: home-schooling; plural noun: home-schoolings
  1. the education of children at home by their parents.

If you didn’t understand that, let me repeat it: homeschooling is the education of children at home by their parents. What happened to parents having the right over their children? That is the definition of homeschooling and if the DET put through these regulations, they will be murdering it.

Now I think I’m going to go of and take some pictures for Nature class.

Well, I hope you enjoyed that! Again, I’m not saying you should be homeschooled or not homeschooled. Some schools still have their heads on right and know that kids should stay kids while they are kids.

I’d like to share this quote with you:

We expect kids to sit for hours and do what they are told to do, and if they can’t do it, nobody kindly says, “I see you’re restless, get up and play.” They say, “You better get tested for ADHD so we can put you on drugs…”

Peter Gray, PhD

My sources are these:

My head (sorry I don’t have a citation for this)

Romensky, Larissa. “Home-Schooling Parents Concerned about Proposed Changed to Victorian Legislation.” ABC News, 30 Jan. 2017,

Wight, Sue. “What DET Doesn’t Want You to See.” Home Education Network,


Thank you!

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Are you homeschooled? | Are you public/private schooled? | What are your thoughts on this?

P.S Also, I took to thought what Megan@ABarefootGal told me. She said that she does her end of the month posts whenever she likes, or else they aren’t fun to do. So that’s what I’m doing, because doing these monthly posts are not fun to make. I’ve been stalling for a week to do it. 😉

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My 40 Hour Famine Page

Hi everyone!

I just realized I will be needing my laptop to access the 40HF challenges. I still won’t be posting, but I’m sharing this link with you so you can see what the cause is and maybe donate. Every little bit counts!

You can see more about the cause HERE and HERE.

I would also like to help children and families who are suffering from poverty; lack of warmth, food, and clean water. I think I will have to do a different project for that, but I’m not sure.

Again, if you have any fundraising tips, please tell me. Thanks! 🙂

God bless!


40 Hour Backpack Challenge, Here I Come!

Hi everyone!

I am doing the 40 hour backpack challenge this year, which basically means I’ll be living out of a backpack for 40 hours. My backpack right now, is humongous on my back. I mean I’m wearing it right now and my shoulders are breaking 😛 

To all seriousness, the purpose of this challenge is to see what it’s like to live a refugee child who has to leave their families and homes with only the necessities packed in their backpacks. And at the same time, raising some money.

For now, I haven’t raised any money yet, but I’m doing some jobs around the house to get some money. Tonight for my Youth Group, we’ll be having a special screening of Shrek, with some drinks and popcorn available for purchase. I’m hoping to be able to raise at least $50.

Do you have any ideas on how I can raise money to help these children? Any ideas would be greatly appreciated!

Here is my backpack list:

Food {Bread, fruit, nuts}


A change of clothes

A blanket

A book

A notebook and pen

My Bible

{other necessities}

I might have to take out a few stuff because how big can my backpack get? but obviously it won’t be the book . Or the notebook or the pen.

So I won’t be posting for the next 40 hours, but until then, I will try and stop stalling to get my end of the month post done. And my Define That Word polls. And some awards.

Again, if you have any ideas on how to raise money for this cause, please please please let me know in the comments. The challenge starts in 10 hours!

God bless you!

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Are you doing the backpack challenge? Wish me luck!

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Past Poetry Puddle (??) And Your Shocked Realization That Yes, I Am Still Alive

I feel like I haven’t posted in a month; hence the title. (wait, past poetry puddle?) But yes, if you felt the same, then I am alive and I’m back! *tries to find GIF. Does not succeed. Where can I find good GIF’s???*

Hurray hurray!

Sorry for not giving you any notice at my disappearance (I did keep in touch with Enni’s poetry contest though 😉 ). We didn’t have any internet data, so we couldn’t use very much internet. So I didn’t post. And I’m sorry for not being able to read all your lovely blogs! ❤

I’m also going to share with you a couple of my horrific poems I’ve written over the last couple of years… I don’t really write poetry anymore, but I’ve sort of gotten back into it a little because of Enni’s contest. I said only a couple poems, because I’m going to save you from reading the really bad ones. 😛

This one was pretty good actually; I wrote this back in 2015:

Wrapping His arms around me,
I feel loved like a child in a Father’s arms,
Wrapping His care around me,
I feel happy in the Savior’s love.

Like a chick taking refuge in my mother’s wings,
I feel warmth with the glow of His love.
Like a Father whispering in his child’s ear,
“I love you,”
Like a child feeling peace in my Father’s hug.

His voice is that of an Angel,
Speaking softly the truth into my ear,
“I love you my child, don’t ever forget.
You’re beautiful to Me, just the way you are.”

This next one could be better, but I hope you enjoy it. I think I wrote it 2015 or 2016:

My Bed of Roses

Red Beauty,
Positioned among the roses,
Lets out her beauty,
Spreading her silky petals,
Curling them.
They are a shiny crimson red,
Wet with the dew from the early morning rain.
Above her sister’s, looking down on them,
A rainbow, tipped with glitter and color.

Then comes Yellow Lady,
Her silky leaves spreading as a shade,
  To the buds below her.
Her petals dance lazily in the wind,
Tipped in dark pink,
Almost like a ladies glove.
Fairies like to dance with her petals,
Curling themselves in the blanket of her shawl.

Lastly comes Pink Lady,
Trying to spread her petals.
Still a little while,
Her sisters say.
Her middle is a dark pink,
Her petals still formed together like a growing bud.
Her long stem holds firmly in the ground,
And she holds her head high.

Three young roses,
Standing by my house,
Proud, beautiful, kind.
Three young roses,
Petals of silk,
Stand below the rainbow,
My bed of Roses.

This next one I wrote in 2015 as well (ok I’m going to stop giving you dates now), but I tweaked it for Enni’s contest:


Just behind our house stands a tree,
As tall as the eye can see,
And as the wind whispers its secrets,
The leaves dance with glee.

The Dancing Ladies bob their heads,
Their silky petals flowing in their garden beds.
The hills behind stretch to as far as I can see,
It’s grass a soft bed for the lambs.

Clouds drift across the sky,
Snapping pictures of a swan, a duck, a boat floating by.
The flowers, the trees, the bubbling brook,
Paint colors in the afternoon sunset.

Its rays are a hint of the hues;
Purple, orange and red.
It casts it colors, across the water it does spread,
Making it glow like the mornings dew.

The brook bubbles happily,
Washing its cool waters about my feet.
Birds float in the sky,
Spreading their wings and soaring high.

The following poem I wrote when my Dad went to see my sister but I didn’t go because I didn’t want to say goodbye again. 😉 😛 Now that I look back the poem doesn’t really make any sense…

She asked me why I didn’t come,
I couldn’t say goodbye.
I have too many ‘Hi’s and ‘Hello’s,
And much too many goodbyes.

I wish I could have just one ‘Hello’,
And leave it just at that.
I couldn’t say ‘Hello’, just to say ‘goodbye’.

This next poem I wrote on a website called Storybird (my poem isn’t on there anymore), inspired by an illustration of a mouse. 😉 The top line and the bottom line won’t stick together for some reason…

Mouse in The House

There’s a mouse in the house,

Darting to and fro.

He stays there all day
And he feasts on the cheese!

We don’t have a cat,
So we send in the bees,

But the bees don’t work,

Oh what will we do with that troublesome mouse?

There’s a mouse in the house,

And when the sky grows dark,

He’s disguised with bark,

and sips up the cream.

We don’t have a dog,

So we send in a hog.

The hog can’t catch it,
that cheeky little mouse,

Oh what will we do with that troublesome mouse?


Ok this is a poem I wrote aimed at kids; I think it was for a mini contest 😛

My Little Yellow Pogo Stick

My little yellow Pogo Stick
Takes me anywhere.
It took me to the garden bed,
It took me to the park.

My little yellow Pogo Stick,
Takes me anywhere,
It took me to my Daddy’s work,
And I sailed past his room.
I waved at him,
And he was surprised,
To see me flying by,
I laughed and giggled
As I said, ‘He takes me anywhere!’

And this one as well… XD

Lily-pad one, lily-pad two,
This froggies name is Little Bodie Boo.

Lily-pad three, lily-pad four,
These froggies names are Tootsies and Roar.

This one was a poem I wrote for a mini contest to write a poem (rhyming) that didn’t make any sense. I think mine made a little sense though. XD

Piece of Cake

Who wants a piece of cake,

That’s ready all to bake,

I want to take,

A piece of cake,

And then quickly I partake,

A piece of yummy yummy cake,

That is all set to bake.

We’ll have a picnic by the lake,

And piece of cake we all will take.

And then we’ll make a pretty bake,

And gladly decorate.

We’ll put it in a big big crate,

For our big big cake we baked.

And then we’ll eat our bake we baked,

And then our teeth will ache.

This one I wrote describing what we used to do in homeschooling; poetry teatime, where we had tea and cake and shared some poems with each other. This was one of my older poems.

Poetry Teatime

Dressed up together in olden day clothes,

Ribbons and hats with shawls to match.

Brownies with cream, and chamomile tea,

dainty plates all set with dates.

Poem times with laughter and fun,

eating cakes together with mum.

As Mum reads to us Line Upon Line,

on strawberries and cream we dine.

As poetry teatime comes to an end,

Our poems to you we’ll lend.

Three more! I wrote this one for… well I just wrote it.

Spring Has Just Begun

I gaze out the window one bright sunny day,
I see that all the snow has melted away!
I run out the door just to be amazed,
I can even say that I am dazed.
The daffodils blossom,
The tulips look awesome,
The winter air is gone.
The leaves on the trees lost their wintry touch,
Because Spring has just begun!

I hear all the birds singing sweet,
I think it is a treat,
The grass is lush and green today,
The sun shines its brightest ray!
The trees are blossoming with apples to bake,
A fruit galore I’d love to take!
I see that everyone is happy and glad,
Because Spring is finally here!

I see a baby lamb take its first little step,
And hear the little birds chirping in their nest,
The animals come out, it’s time to play,
Bring out some lemonade on a tray!
Listen to the birds, listen to the trees,
Listen to the animals, because they say,
“Spring welcomes you today!”

And this one I wrote for Enni’s contest:

We Will Love

Love watches the sun rise from our window,
And sees the sunset glow on the water.
Love watches the leaves turn to gold,
Love watches them fall.

Love shares troubles together,
And holds each other up through them all,
Love has a shoulder to cry on,
And stands by each other.

Love experiences joy with each other,
And walks down the street holding hands,
Love journeys through life together,
And shares laughter and tears.

Love takes each others hands and dances,
Waltzes across the floor even with two left feet,
And love dances to the music so sweet.
Love treasures each moment together and holds each other close.

And now that we’re old and frail and gray,
Let’s share much more together.
Let’s dance once more and hold each other,
And we will love.

This one I wrote for school because we were supposed to write an elegy. XD

An Elegy Remembering A Made Up Bully Who Is Not Based On Any Person In My Life


To Henry Zack,
Who treated me like a rice sack,
I don’t wish him back,
But this remembrance cannot lack.
With the loudest voice,
And obnoxious noise,
His voice will scream annoyance no more.
With him gone, my heart shall soar.
I must treat him good,
And not like yuck food,
May he rest in peace, though me, he booed.
Henry Zack, I almost had you sued.
At class everyday,
All the time at the lunch bay,
He’d place mold in my sandwich and say,
“You smell like farts again today.”
I tried to be nice,
To give him advice,
But he was mean anyway,
And struck back in a trice.
But, elegy this must be,
So elegy you shall see,
Rest in peace, Henry Zack,
But still, I don’t wish you back.
I wrote this last one last year:
Running down the mountains,
Rolling through the grass,
Spotting fluffy white figures,
Floating through the sky.
Daisy chains go round your neck,
Crowns of lilacs bright,
Wading cross’ the bubbling brook.
Climbing trees up high.
Sitting atop the branches,
Looking down below,
Lambs a’ running to and fro,
Happily they go!
I didn’t really like how only the last verse rhymed though. 😛
And that’s the end of the poems! Congratulations if you survived! XD
Also, did any of those poems fit the humor category? I’m trying to write a humor poem for Enni’s contest. Thank you!
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