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Dear Homeschooling Friends,
The Silly Smile of Sarah
It began so slow,
and left so soon.
A silly small smile,
So seldom for Sarah.
She is an infant.
Too young to know,
of silly sayings,
and sappy stories.
Yet the silly smile,
soon I should see,
grew more sounder,
Impossibly louder.
Joy is hers.
For I see,
that silly small smile.
It's Sarah's glee!
Apricot Pie is back!
Dear Homeschooling Friends,
I trust you are all well. Most of you no doubt have received my email informing you that I finally managed to get this site back online after nearly a year of being broken and offline.
I won't rehash here what I said in the email, other than to say I am very relieved to finally have the work done (it was a lot of work!), and that we can once again share our poems, essays, and stories with each other once again. I look forward to reading more of your works, and hopefully contributing some of my own.
Little Book Reviews 'Katharina: Deliverance'
Second book I'm going to talk about, which I read around October 31st, is 'Katharina: Deliverance.' It's a historical fiction novel based on the life of Frau Luther. It begins with her as a young child, not too long before she is sent away to become a nun and ends with her marriage to Martin Luther.
Little Book Reviews 'The Scarlet Pimpernel'
I think for fun, I'm going to start talking about the books I've been reading from Kindle. They've mainly been fantasy, mystery, and historical fiction, as those are my favorite novel types.
I'll start with an older book I've had for some years, which is the Scarlet Pimpernel.
Peace Victorious
On a whim, I changed up some parts of this old short story. It hasn't been through intense editing but I wanted to share anyway. ;)
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Aquis, mid-year, 417.
Technical Issues Fixed
Dear homeschooling friends,
For a few days now ApricotPie had been experiencing some errors that prevented people from being able to log in. This is just to let you know the issue is now fixed, sorry about the wait!
Grace to you all,
— James Dunn
Sufficient Grace
Beads of sweat twinkled like diamonds on the woman’s forehead. Her hands, too, were wet and slid on her sword’s hilt, but there was no time to pause and wipe them. She swung around and a clang rang out as her weapon struck her enemy’s. Then with a duck and a twist, she knocked his sword far from him and slashed his right hand.
The man screamed and glared at her with pure hatred blazing in his eyes. The woman barely noticed, though. As he ran away to bind his wound, another soldier stepped in to take his place.
There was always another one.
Like the Eagle Above
Soaring, banking, wheeling high;
O, in that dome of blue to fly.
Seeing lands both lush and dry;
Joy enough to make one cry.
Pinions of gold and a soul that sang.
Exuberant cries, in our ears they rang.
Hearing it gave my heart a pang;
So fierce and free, in the air they hang.
Like the eagle above me;
Flying high and free;
My soul, I foresee
Will soar with thee.
Water's Edge
At the water's edge
The Scottish girl does sit;
Six years old and dreaming
Of the day she finds her prince.
Ten years old, she goes
To get water from the loch.
Bucket in hand; she stands
Watching the ducks in thought.
The years pass and she becomes
A stunning, graceful lady.
Suitors come, asking for her hand,
Kneeling at the water's edge.
War comes and young men go
When the Jacobites do call
The girl, nursing wounded men,
Rests by the loch at nightfall.