Writing

I miss writing

I miss seeing words
  being created
            on the page

I miss jotting my voice
  on a man made paper
  where I can read it
             over and over
I miss sharing this with others
  in the classroom
  in my bedroom
  instead of in my head
I miss this
  but now I have it back

I can write again
  in this beautiful little book
I can write
  where I can read
  it over
  and over
I can write in plain
  or in cursive
  or in all CAPS
I can write down
  my mind
  so everyone can understand
I can write
  so I don't have to miss
  this anymore

Norman Rockwall

As I was helping Quackers find a paintbrush, it occured to me, do the kids know who Norman Rockwall?
As it turns out, no, no they don't. When the opportunity arises they will learn more about him!

And no, I did not paint the duck in the background. I'm talented, but not that talented!

Little Boy Blue

Little boy blue, 

Come blow your horn, 

The sheep's in the meadow, 

The cow's in the corn. 

But where is the boy 

Who looks after the sheep? 

He's under a haystack, 

Fast asleep.

On the eve of the winter solstice, there was tension within the little farming town. Every year since the elders could remember, a haunting melody could be heard coming from the nearby mountains. Those who stayed outside past dark on this night were not heard from again as they were drawn to the haunting music. Every villager of Blue had heard the music in their lifetime, but if they followed the laws drawn out by the music maker in the years before, they would not be harmed. 

The little children were warned as soon as they could walk if they did not follow the laws, they would become like the child that was lost before their grandparents were born for being foolhardy. The little boy who failed to adhere to the simple guidelines that were lain before him, and for that he was forever lost. 

He was burdened with the simple task of guarding the town's sheep and cows from straying into the meadow and fields of the unknown owner of the neighboring town. The task was simple: blow the fallen horn of the sheep to bring the animals back to the once cheerful town. One day, when the sun was high above the little boy's post near the haystacks, the cool wind brushed his curls from his face, and the hay stalks rustled a soft lullaby, the little boy succumbed to the gentle push towards an afternoon nap. During his mistake, the sheep, un-mastered, scrambled and kicked their way into the forbidden meadow to chew upon the greener pasture. The cows mooed and rocked their bells, knocking over the tempting yellow morsels that were now theirs. The little boy slept, never waking to call the wayward sheep or the mischievous cows back to their own fields. Lost in a dream of playing in the sands at the beach that he had only read about in books, he never woke to the shadow that fell across his small frame, blocking the warm sun that he would never again feel on the curls that his mother loved so much. The owner of the now destroyed fields of corn and trampled meadow took his wrath out on the innocence of a child, burying him beneath the suffocating hay, damning him to forever walk the earth in search of others who failed to fulfill their duties. 

If one was to visit the little farming town of Blue near the winter solstice, and it was a particularly warm day, and you feel as if you would want to lay beside the haystacks and take a well deserved nap, I would not recommend that you listen to nature's lullaby. If you do, you may wake up to an endless eternal walk with the damned boy, and listen to his horn for as long as there are sheep to be brought back from the meadow and the cows from the corn. 

Dear Liz

Dear 'Little Sister'

There is no easy to say
To say I'm sorry
To let two years of lost time
To slip by in sorrow

It's difficult to understand
Now, why I didn't let it go
All that time has passed
Where I could've forgiven you

You're  not to blame for it all
It is someone else's fault
Their mistake is what drove us away
From our own familial bond

Little one forgive me for hating
And despising you until now
I want it in the past - all of it
Please accept my hand in friendship - again

Your Inner Monologue

Pennies are not worthless
So I will compare using a cent
Some days I feel like a mess
and I cant find a way to vent

Other days I feel like a dollar bill
Hardly held by some, honored by all
Those days I'll never fall, until
Something little makes me fall

Back down to feeling like a penny
Most days feel like I'm fifty cents
I suppose that feelings held by many
By now you probably think me dense

I'm just using these analogies
To help you understand the mind of me
I really don't follow a theology
But I will if it helps you see

I want to be social and unwind
I'll stop myself short and decline
Then I'll beat myself up in my mind
And eventually I'l go saying it's fine

Little things will bug me all day
Big things will too - but when I'm home
This is more for me, but I will say
Please check on me me - I still have a phone

The Extrovert Introvert

I found something that made me think
About what I am and what I do
The things that help me float - or sink
And the ones that understand are few

Clearly I enjoy going out there
An adventure is fun or two or three
I want the see the movie or the fair
But at the end of the day - let me be

Plan a lovely day with everyone
Let's go here, and there and do that!
I want to do some outdoor fun
Back up a second - let me take in all of that

I can be a social butterfly
Going here there - just wait now
When I want to be alone - its not a lie
Just leave me be to avoid a row

I'll recharge and come back well
It's not that I don't like you - I do
My tolerance today just kind of - fell
If you understand that, you're one of the few

Mustaches

Quackers mustache you a questions... but he'll shave it for later!

Today was one of my ducklings last day, she was switching schools and Quackers said goodbye to her. I'm sure she'll have lots of fun in her new duckless classroom!

Best of luck little duckling!

Good Feeling

What makes me happy
Usually doesn't make me cry

But what I've found
Since I've been around

Is that the little things make my day
Like laughing or singing or skipping

A hug from behind
A kiss on the cheek

Annoys others
But never bothers me

I'm an internally happy being
With a little happy heart

So come be happy with me
Even if its for one silly minute

It's good for you mind and body
It'll only last forever, I'm positive!

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