HAPPINESS
Happiness is yellow
I tastes sweet
It smells like flowers
It reminds me of home
It sounds like cheering
It feels warm
Happiness makes me feel like smiling
IF I WERE INVISIBLE
If I were invisible
I’d sneak up on my sister
I’d poke her in the side
And I wouldn’t need to hide
If I were a invisible
I’d make the perfect cop
I could stay at the crime
Than catch them right
If I were invisible
I’d sit beside a cat
I’d pull its tail
And watch it swipe at everything, but me!
Friday, March 28, 2008
More Poetry
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Tulip Time
I was asked by the 7th & 8th grade band teacher to join them to the Tulip Time Parade. Many of my friends were also asked to. I'm still waiting to find out what we are going to play.
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Odd Hail Storm
Yesterday we had a hail storm. The odd thing was that within a half hour, the ground looked like it had snowed, not hailed. The windshields on the cars parked at the school were iced over.
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Thursday, March 27, 2008
What I Am Reading

I am starting Afghanistan: A History of Conflict. It is a slow starting book because it begins in ancient times. As soon as it becomes more modern, it is easier to follow. It is 266 pages and 15 chapters.
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Odd Train

The Trackmobile. An interesting little locomotive. It's probbaly used for yard work. I guess that it wouldn't need a runaround.
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Poetry
I've gotten big into poetry lately and here are a few of them.
They stood ready
Some sat in hole, some in the sky
All ready for attack
On to the island, on through the fight
Some of them died, some of them not
Through sixty days of endless fighting
Then finally, nothing
And makes a big scene
Then starts to weep
It will sit and blubber
And change like rubber
Then sadly - leaves like a lamb
My aunt, my uncle
My brother, My sister
My bus driver, My teacher
My cat, My dog
My colleague, My friend
But crazy thing
They say they wait on me
Onward Through the Night
Beautiful masterpiece of brass and steel
With smoke of black and white
Pistons thrashing, whistles blowing
Onward through the night
Across the bridge so tall and high
Over the river so far and wide
Through the tunnel so deep and dark
Onward through the night
Bells a ringing, brakes a squealing
I see its gleam through the dark
I see its beam of light
Onward through the night
Twisting, turning ‘cross the prairies
Wheels a rolling round
The whistle makes its eerie sound
Phantom of the night
"Mommy, Teacher Ate Me"
One night after school
I went to sleep in my bed
I had a peculiar dream
I walked into class
Sat in my desk
Asked teacher a question
She became a big worm
A worm with sharp teeth
I woke up
Run, Slip, Fall,
Slip, Fall, Cry
Fall, Cry, “MOM”
Cry, “MOM”, “HELP”
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I Finally Did It
I really needed to get it done, but I hate clippers near my head. luckily, my seminary teacher gave me an excuse. She said that if I got my hair cut that my team would gain 500 points per member of the team, and there are four! We now just have to get my friend to follow for another 2000 points. (His hair is longer than mine was) :)
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Cars




I have a lot of pictures sitting in different folders, on different computers all over the place. Here is just a few of cars.
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