Snow,
Like a sacrilege to step upon it.
Snow,
Treading in the steps I came in.
Snow,
With such intricacy God made each tiny jewel.
Snow,
In little puffs God's peace expressed
Snow,
I wonder if Adam ever saw it.
Snow,
If so, he chose the most gentle of names to name it.
Snow,
Stop and listen and you'll hear the sound that silence makes,... and through the quiet you'll hear God whisper,"See this? It is my gift to you."
"Snow."

"The Tree House Tribe will come to order!" I watched as the chatter and laughter died down and about 30 heads turned my way. I am the President of the Tree House Tribe. I am just about 14 I think; at least, I'm old enough to be leader.

It is sometimes fun to view a life metaphorically, and I have always liked thinking about my life as a road. (Not a very original picture, I admit...) This road has been snaking through the woods and over hills. Each stage of my life has had a different landscape. I have loitered, to rest… and I’ve sat on a rock and stared at two different paths for a long time. And frequently, especially in homeschooling, I felt like I was going down a grassy side-path far off the highway…

Blissfully blooming beauty sprung
Budding, arraying colours gay
Pussy willows, daisies, daffodils
Mingling fresh breath of trees

Cheerfully notes of birds fly
Amongst Mary’s eyes blue sky
Light pouring forth in great measure
In grass yellow-green with colour

Amongst the basin of watery blue
Wispy white brushstrokes flee
Droplets, sparkling, pearly rain
The whistling of wind whirls round

Blustering, fluttering shadows
Swaying, tilting boughs
Bending, leaning blades
Flying, swirling leaves

I know I'm not really supposed to bring my cat into the house since Steve (my stepdad) is allergic, but................everyone was gone and I couldn't resist. I got up form the computer and went outside and whistled and called her a few times. M-kity came trotting out from underneath one of the vehicles and curled around my ankles. (Yes, my cat does come when I whistle and call her name-usually) I picked her up and carried her in the house and sat back down on the computer and alternated petting her and typing. She reciprocated by purring and kneading my legs very hard.

ONCE UPON A TIME THERE WERE SOME PEOPLE CAMPING AT THE EMPERIAL SAND DUNES,OR AS THEY CALLED IT GLAMIS. THE KIDS KENDRA,PRISCILL,SHELBY,ABIGAIL,
VERONICA,JEFFRY,JARED,NATHANIEL,ELIZIBETH,AND
WYATT WERE ALL PLAYING ON THE SAND DUNE NEXT TO

There is a room at the end of the hall
filled with the things we leave behind
lying like dried leaves in fall
familiar as a nursery rhyme

On the shelves are dusty globes
made of glass and full of snow
each holds a dream, now dusty and cold
which once did glitter like riches untold

Below them musty volumes sit
filled with every joy and wish
written in a childish hand
stories tell of foreign lands

Part Seven: "Another Wizard!" "Or Fairy!"

When your sister has cancer, things can get rough. By rough, I mean chaotic.
My pasture is my only place of solitude. I like to get away from the fighting of my siblings, Anna and Markus, the crying of my mother and the once happy and fun father.
So I sit, leaning against the oak tree and watch the Hepplington's horse graze with her foal stuck like glue to her side. The pasture is mine, even if it isn't my family's.