The Summer of Learning

Submitted by Heather on Fri, 09/11/2009 - 05:15

Courtship and love. Sickness and hospitals. Waiting--learning perseverance and patience--crying--hoping.

My summer seems to have been a mishmash of those things.

You all know that last December, a wonderful young man named Justin asked permission to court me. Last spring, it seemed like we could be married by this time. We were specifically hoping for September or October. Once Justin graduated, there was the slight problem of waiting so jobs could open up in the weather service. But, we thought, it shouldn't be a problem, right?

Arctic Explorer

Submitted by Clare Marie on Fri, 09/11/2009 - 02:46

Someday, mother, I'll go North

I'll get me a pair

Of snowshoes

And skis

And that's the last

You'll see of me

I'll tell you what I'll do

When I get there

('Course I'll get there)

Do you think I'll run

Under that chilly

Midnight Sun?

Or maybe I'll just

Dig a tunnel

To Timbuktu

Or build an icy igloo

Maybe I'll find me

An Eskimo baby

Or a sled dog team

Perhaps I'll explore

And discover

A Northwest Pole

And be a Santa Claus

Dear and Lovely Summer

Submitted by Elizabeth on Fri, 09/11/2009 - 01:18

 

The length draws tightly to a close Light wakes slower from its doze   Flights of clouds draw in closer North the air sails cold and bitter   Yellow branches hang in array Blue brighter, clearer, and gay   Pages opened upon laps of wonder Afternoon passes with growing slumber   Warmth abundant, nightly chill Moisture in air, wind on hill   Gaily, freely, children ran Under sunlight’s golden hands   Goodbye to thee! Goodbye to thee!   Dear and lovely summer!  

creative writing

Submitted by Aisling on Thu, 09/10/2009 - 16:59

(I'm in a Creative Writing class this semester, and it's allowing me more time to "fool around" with my writing while I'm at school, as well as challenging me to go deeper... Here's just a few random sketches from the writing journal I'm keeping.)

 

The sky was ominous, choked with angry clouds, dragging the evening into night with a heavy hand.

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16 going on 17

Submitted by Tatum on Thu, 09/10/2009 - 13:53

 I will be turning 16 in fives days time and I am beyond happy. I am so blessed to have gotten this far in life with only a broken arm and a few stitches along the way. I have a wonderful family who loves me, the best friends, and I am healthy enough to do daily activities such as running, reading, writing, learning, and laughing. I have learned so much this year and I am excited to start a new one.

Bridget's Adventures in the Towel Cupboard, Part Six

Submitted by Bridget on Wed, 09/09/2009 - 00:58

Part Six: Irtyla

Irtyla had been a relatively peaceful area of late, when compared to the dwellings of the other races.  Elves had been preparing at a frantic rate for battle, and the dwarves had already engaged in a small skirmish outside the Spotted Hills.  Centaurs were being a bit secretive about what they were doing, but nobody doubted that it was something big.

Confusion

Submitted by Lisa B on Tue, 09/08/2009 - 19:29

This pain continues to tug at my heart.

It keeps tearing me apart.

 

Why can't I let go of something I can't have?

 

Why do I hold on to the rejection that cuts deep?

And act like all that I'm worth is cheap?

 

What keeps me from rebuking this pain?

 

I drag myself through another valley so low,

I give my heart its own blows.

 

I know God is there, so why do I hold on?

 

What makes me hold on to this sorrow,

When I know if I let go, a better day is tomorrow?

 

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