How lovely God must think the world
to look upon us in it
and smile down, and blessings give
until the day is finished

And how lovely He must think this world
of air and soil and stone,
to send someone to walk among us:
His son, His very own

How lovely God must think the sheep,
and the big old brown-eyed cow
For His son was in a stable born
and still is with us now

How lovely God must think a song,
to let it ring across the sky
the many musical voices
of angels there on high

To be so young.
To be entramped.
To be a strangled sappling.
I feel a cage;
Bars of youth.
How can I break away.

When I was young
The cage was big.
I did not mind cold bars.
But, now I feel
Restraining chains.
How can I break away.

I'm sure that when,
I've grown away.
I'll miss the quiet cage.
But now, all I ask is this,
How can I break away

"I've had it with King George! Congress is right! No taxation without representation!" shouted the young man standing on the table. The small Massachusetts town's tavern in which he was speaking was packed full with patriotic men who came here every night to listen to the fiery fellow. Suddenly the speaker's flow of accusations stopped, and all eyes turned towards the door. Standing there was a battered and weary redcoat, looking frightfully at the accusing eyes in front of him.

Wrote this in 9th grade for a school assignment ("write a first person account of colonial life yada yada yada") after reading Shadows On the Rock by Willa Cather.

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So the whole story is that this homeschooled girl -who incidentally is a lot like me except that she's good at sewing- has to go to "real school" now, and then she and her mom somehow end up in a fairytale and have some sort of adventure. Most of the story is up in the air at the moment, scenes floating around in my mind. Here's what I have so far.
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My sister wrote this one. I'm posting it for her and using her age. Good job, Gracie!

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In the play by Sophocles, Antigone, the title character, may seem like a great person. Indeed, burying her brother against the command of Creon is pretty heroic. But does Antigone deserve this praise? For when the motivations she expresses are examined a bit more closely, it can be seen very plainly that she acted on all the wrong reasons. Even though the deed itself is good, if the motivation for it is sinful, any merit to be gained by the action is lost. By this reasoning, Antigone is not a good person at all.

SCENE:THE PRINCESSES' CASTLE;HER THERAPY ROOM.

PRINCESS: Oh dearie me! I am in such distress!!!

THERAPIST: Now Princess, it cannot be that bad! Whatever is the matter with you?

PRINCESS: Oh me, oh my! I cannot say it! It pains me so!

THERAPIST: Tell me! I can help you sort out your problems.

PRINCESS: But...but okay fine. But don't you laugh at me!!

SCENE:THE PRINCESSES' CASTLE;HER THERAPY ROOM.

PRINCESS: Oh dearie me! I am in such distress!!!

THERAPIST: Now Princess, it cannot be the bad! Whatever is the matter with you?

PRINCESS: Oh me, oh my! I cannot say it! It pains me so!

THERAPIST: Tell me! I can help you sort out your problems.

PRINCESS: But...but okay fine. But don't you laugh at me!!