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Spring Photos

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A couple days ago I took my camera around my yard and down to my neighborhood park to take some photos of the recent buds. I even got one of the moon later the same day, it's not full but only a couple days off. Thank you for reading!  ✰✰✰

Her Aster: A Story in Verse

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Hey everyone! Another Monday, another blog post. Last week I wrote this story in verse and I am pretty proud of how it turned out. Typically the poems I write follow a rhyme scheme, are all pretty short and don't really follow a storyline. So I did just the opposite with this story in verse! Some things to know before you read it: it's very short, will only take you a couple of minutes to finish, it's historical fiction - see if you can guess the time period, and it's from the point of view of something not human. Scattering the sidewalks,  Hanging from window boxes,  And spread elegantly throughout the field,  We’re what they forgot all about.   We’re the allure, the beauty, That they miss but can’t quite place why. The bombs that shattered the churches,  Apartments,  And yes, fields,  Also shattered us. Since apartments are so much more important  They don’t seem to notice.   The flowers have disappeared.   I wave...

How I Annotate Poetry and my Annotation of a Mary Oliver Poem

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For a couple of months, I have been going through a poetry book, poem by poem, and annotating.  I go through each poem line by line and use annotating so I further understand the poem and also to find a way to relate to it.   I have been going through Mary Oliver New and Selected Poems, Volume One.  Mary Oliver is one of my favorite poets, I enjoy how each poem is about nature, animals, or the beauty of the world and noticing it too, but also about a much deeper subject.   There are a couple things to note about Mary Oliver's poetry before I show you how I personally annotate.  Each poem is free verse, written without rhyme or a regular meter.  And, as I said above, the poems have to do with nature, animals, or the world.   And that's basically it, I love each poem I have read by Mary Oliver.  In a way, they surprise you, being called something like Golden Rod or Peonies but turn out to be about death, life, or another deeper subjec...

The Books I Finished and Started in February

How many books do you think I read in February?  Your answer is probably a lot higher than what I really read, which was two.  I read two full books in February, and you know what, that's okay.  One of the books I read was over 800 pages so that might be why.  Because of that, I have decided to include the books I started in this list as well, which is a lot more than I actually finished.    Christy by Catherine Marshall, 4/5 Stars  "The train taking nineteen-year-old teacher Christy Huddleston from her home in Asheville, North Carolina, might as well be transporting her to another world. The Smoky Mountain community of Cutter Gap feels suspended in time, trapped by poverty, superstitions, and century-old traditions. But as Christy struggles to find acceptance in her new home, some see her — and her one-room school — as a threat to their way of life. Her faith is challenged and her heart is torn between two strong men with conflicting views about how t...

A Short Story: The Birmingham Children's March Part Two

 As The title states, this is part two of the story I posted last week.  I hope you enjoy and maybe learned something you didn't know about before.   While I was researching for this story I found this video:  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5c113fq3vhQ&feature=emb_title ,  which would be a fun thing to watch if you are interested.   I hope you enjoy this simple story about a very important event in history.   Steps pounded on the pavement, everyone’s steps, and Gwendylon looked around in awe.  This was the first time she had seen her school’s entire student body out like this.  It looked a lot bigger this way, with everyone out marching.   “We can do anything with this many people,” she muttered under her breath.  Of course, she was wrong.  Gwendolyn gasped as she was filled with panic.  Where were her sisters?  How could she have not thought of them before?  Her awe and amazement of the ...