Wednesday, November 19, 2008

Mustang

I could feel the glare o my fathers eyes as I sat there with my head down. "Look at me" Dad said
scared looked at him not knowing what he wanted. "What did you do to your leg?". Dad said scared to speek I just stared at him. "Speak to me and tell me what happened" Dad said. I could hear the anger in his voice I started to feel sick. "We were playing tag and she triped over a rock"Marc said. I looked over at him and he slid in a smile. "Where were you playing?" Dad said "Out by the cow pasters" Marc said. "You must be more carefull" Dad said. Later on I lay in bed over hearing my parents speaking to one another. "She's trouble" Dad said. "She the only girl she's trying to fit in" Mom said. "By rolling around in the dirt' Dad said. "You never wanted a girl and now you do you wish'd be proper". Mom said. "I whis she'd act like a girl". Dad said. "She can't not when you expect her to be a boy" Mom said. "She's afraid that if she doesn't a certian way you wont accpet her". Mom said. "I do accept her" Dad said and all the sudden it all went quite. I saw my door open I pretend to sleep. I knew he was watching me and I knew that big tuff man had a soft spot he never shows to anyone but his little girl. "You got me wrap around your little finger". Dad wishpered

Tuesday, November 11, 2008

Remembrance Day

As I sit here listening to the radio and hearing people talk about the people over seas I can's help but feel thankfull. Thankfull about being alive and being free and I would like to say to thoes over there. Thankyou good luck and our thoughts and prayers are with you.Because of you we have the freedom. So remember were your poppie and be proude of all of thoes over seas. So many never come home and we should remember that we shall not forget them there memories shall carry on. So remember,

In Flanders Fields;

In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago

We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep,though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.

By;John McCrae, May 1915

Wednesday, November 5, 2008

Mustang

After I was out of my fathers sight I ran agin to my place. I saw my opening in the fence I climbed through and I felt something tugging on my shorts but I just pulled and kept on going. My knee was throbbing and I stoped to look at it. "Oh man how am I going to explain this to my mom" I mummbled to myself. "You can always say you fell" Marc said. I jumped "Why are you fallowing me" I said."I wanted to know how you are after your little tumble" Marc said. "I'm fine" I said. "Come on lets go get you cleaned up" Marc said. I jumped onto his back and let him carrie me home. Mom came running out to me as soon as she saw it. "Goodness child what happened?" Mom said. "I fell" I mummble."Well lets get you cleaned up" Mom said. I know I was going to get it if they really found out what happened but Marc never said a word. I sat without a sound at the table it's not like anyone noticed any way. I'm the one they hardly notice I wasn't suposta be a girl but I am.

Sunday, November 2, 2008

Fallow your hart

Just because some people want to do something doesn't mean you have to. Or if someone sayes they don't believe in something you do than don't stop believeing in it. Always fallow your hart and listen to what it tells you it'll never lie. Take time to heal beacuse if you rush you'll fall apart and wont heal proplerly or not at all. Take time relax and reflect on who your what you are and love yourself for who you are.

Thursday, October 2, 2008

I'm writting a story I'd like to share It's called Mustang

My name is Maggie,
I'm the wild child I grew up on a farm and this is were I'll stay. I live with my Mom, Dad and brothers Bradie, Teddy and Marc. My playground is fields and barns. I like to sneek out in the morring and go for joges with the horses. Half the time one notices and sometimes I get caught sleeping in the hay. Teddy always seams to find me and rats me out little brothers what good are they really. Bradie tries to sneek out and fallow me he thinks I don't notice it but I do. I'm hiding in the barn not thinking no one will notice but I feel as if I'm not alone. "I see you, you can't hide" said Teddy "Go away leave me alone" I hollared back and ran and he fallowed. I fell over my own feet and I roll over to see a shadow standing over me. "The grounds for the animals get up girl" Daddy sayes "Yes sir" I say as I jump up to my feet and carry on.

Tuesday, September 23, 2008

Fly away

I held to close in my hands afraid to let you go
Knowing I would have to let you go
You had to be free it was time to leave
Days were getting colder and shorter
Time was going way to fast
I slowly opend my hands and your wings start to flutter
I held my hands out flat waiting for you to fly
Your wings glistened in the sun
I watched you flap up and down
You finaly lifted up and I watched you flote away
A tear came to me as you slowly dissapeared knowing I won't see you agin

Bye bye Fly away

Wednesday, September 10, 2008

Love at first sight?

Sometimes it's true and sometimes it's not. It's not always going to fall onto your lap sometimes you have to look around befor you find it. For some it dose happen and it and take ages and sometimes it doesn't just hold in there and fallow your hart you'll know when you find it. Trust me.