Monday, October 14, 2013

In Flanders Fields - World war 1 May 1915


  

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.

John McCrae

Sunday, October 13, 2013

World war 1 and 2

I an studying world war 1 and 2 and all of the stuff about the world wars are vary interesting. So I thought that I would share some of it with you because  it's cool. So hear are some links that I found cool stuff on: World war 1 this is a good place to go for basic info on world war 1! World war 2 this is a good place to go for basic info on world war 2!

Tuesday, October 1, 2013

I'm nobody!


 

I'm nobody! Who are you?
Are you nobody too?
Then there's a pair of us shh don't tell!
They'd banish us, you know.

How dreary to be somebody!
How public, like a frog
To tell your name the livelong day
To an admiring dog!

Emily Dickinson

Sunday, September 1, 2013

The Reason I Like Chocolate

The reason I like chocolate
is I can lick my fingers
and nobody tells me I'm not polite


I especially like scary movies
'cause I can snuggle with Mommy
or my big sister and they don't laugh

I like to cry sometimes 'cause
everybody says "what's the matter
don't cry"

and I like books
for all those reasons
but mostly 'cause they just make me
happy

and I really like
to be happy

Nikki Giovani

Thursday, August 1, 2013

Happiness



John had
Great Big
Waterproof
Boots on;
John had a
Great Big
Waterproof
Hat;
John had a
Great Big
Waterproof
Mackintosh —
And that
(Said John)
Is
That.

Monday, July 1, 2013

The People Upstairs


The people upstairs all practise ballet
Their living room is a bowling alley
Their bedroom is full of conducted tours.
Their radio is louder than yours,
They celebrate week-ends all the week.
When they take a shower, your ceilings leak.
They try to get their parties to mix
By supplying their guests with Pogo sticks,
And when their fun at last abates,
They go to the bathroom on roller skates.
I might love the people upstairs more
If instead of above us, they just lived under us. 


Ogden Nash