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DECEMBER 19, 2013
Faster
Faster, I must go faster. Through the woods and around the trees. Faster. Over bushes and roots, as fast as my legs can take me. There’s snaps and growls behind me. Faster, I must go faster. The road. To the road. Follow Mommy, always Mommy. To the road. The road is safety.

I stumble and fall but jump back up. No time for mistakes. Mistakes mean death.

Where’s Mommy?!! I look for a flash of brown or her white tail. There. Over there. A flash of brown next to a tree. The flick of her tail through the leaves.

There’s a crash behind me that spurs me on. Deeper and deeper into human civilization. My home, my trees, my forest…gone. This is human land. Human land is unsafe, why are we here? Mommy knows. I must trust Mommy.

There’s the road!! A strange sound fills my ears. No natural sound, a human sound. Closer, closer we run to the road.

 A branch breaks close by me. Too close. It is catching me. Faster, faster. I must run faster.

Strange things fly by on the road. Not man or beast. Light shoots out of its front and it runs on four…things.

Faster, I must go faster. Fast like the strange unbeasts on the road.

Closer and closer we go until we’re there and Mommy dashes across. I hesitate. The unbeasts don’t slow for us. I might get hit. That would hurt.

A growl reminds me I have no choice. I hurtle into the road and start to cross, but then stop.

I am but
                  a
                        deer
                                   in
                                         the
                                                 headlights.   
 
 

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JULY 9, 2013
Speak to Me of the Sky
speak to me of the sky

tell me what the stars mean
when they whisper to you
while you sleep beneath them

how the sun
in its
swooping
streaking
scorching
journey
makes you dizzy at heart

tell me the colors that bleed
as it gouges out the horizon
and burrows its way to the other side
nestles there

and is born again
in fire and blood
tell me how it screams

give me the words
that scatter
across the dome of your mind
and paint it in shades
that cannot be found in a brush

I am miles
and miles
from where you are
looking at the same sky

but I see it through the warped glass
of different eyes

so tell me about your sky

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JULY 9, 2013
Without You
Without you dear, to hold so near
I feel lost in the eternity of people
Swaying to and fro, I’ll never know
Where I’m supposed to go

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APRIL 3, 2013
Nobody's There
I think about you
You don't think about me
You don't know I'm here
But I know you're there
Everywhere you go
You will never know
I'm here and you're there
I never met you
I don't know who you are
But we needed you
You couldn't see that far
I guess you didn't need us
That's all right
But we needed you
You ran away
Even if you were bad
You were a dad
I can't believe you didn't see that
I guess you're just like that
It breaks my heart hearing about you
Why did you leave?
Didn't you want to see your family?
I guess not
That's ok
It's better now
But you shouldn't have run away
 

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APRIL 3, 2013
The Campfire
One evening, Amanda Jock invited some of her friends to
her campfire in the woods. She prepared for the campfire by
getting same wood and a match to start it; the bad port was that
she started the fire in her woods. There had been stories heard
that there had been seen coyotes and bears along with "big
foot." Now, Amanda and her family didn't believe this. It was 6:30
in the evening, and there was only thirty minutes left to prepare.
Amanda ran around to find more wood, and by the time she got
back all her friends were there. The campfire had officially
begun.
 
"Hey! This campfire is going to be totally awesome!"
Vanessa, Amanda’s best friend, said as she arrived.
"I'm here! I'm here I am so fantastically excited! Eeeekkkl"
Kelly, the hyper one, exclaimed.
"Kelly, I thought we agreed you wouldn't be so hyper!" Shelly
said, and then laughed.
"Shelly!!l! Oh my gosh! I haven’t seen you in ages!! How ore
you?!? I missed you so much!" Amanda said. She gave Shelly a hug.
"5o... What now? Has everyone arrived, Amanda?" Shelly
questioned.
"Umm... Nope. I invited Harper, too. I wonder where she is.
She promised she would be here of 6:45 sharp," Amanda said,
thoughtfully.
"Well, whatever. She misses all the fun! It's all her fault,"
Kelly concluded. And then they all went on with their fire, until
the clock struck 8:00.
"Harper isn't here yet where in the world could she
possibly be?" Kelly yelled.
"Has anyone called her yet?,, Shelly asked.
"Here, I will," Kelly replied. Kelly dug for her phone in her
pocket, and she pulled it out and called.
Beep. Beep. Beep. "Hello you've reached Harper Leave a
message after the beep!, BEEP.
"Harper! where are you?!? we hove been waiting for you to
come for the post hour! Answer us!!", Kelly exclaimed on the
phone and then hung up.
AHHHHH! Help- -----me-
"oh my gosh! 6uys! Did you hear that?" Amanda asked.
"Yes! oh my gosh! what is that?" Shelby questioned.
"Ummm... as much as I hate to say it, I think that it said
help me:' Kelly said.
"Should we go check out what it is?" Amanda said.
"Well, you know what? f will check. I think I am the
strongest in this group. okay. I'm heading out to over there. By..
Wish me luck " Kelly said loudly.
"Bye!" Amanda and Shelly replied suspiciously. Kelly slowly
walked away.
"I wonder why she was so confident about this all. Do you
think Harper and Kelly ore playing a prank? Or are they trying to
us?" Shelly questioned.
"r think so. would Kelly do that though?" Amanda asked.
"Probably! she was the one who called Harper. she was the
one who asked where she was. she was the one who was so
confident about going to find where Harper is," Shelly concluded.
"I can’t believe it," Amanda doubtfully said.
AHHHHH! HELPI!!!
"r am not falling for this again. Let's just go in my house.
Okay?" Amanda said as she set the law down.
"Okay. Sounds good," Shelly replied.
while the girls were walking bock to the house they heard
another scream. They decided that they should just keep working.
The next morning Shelly and Amanda woke up and watched some
television. Then they looked outside their window, and they sow
Harper and Kelly pounding to get in. they knew at that moment
that this was just a stupid prank. The girls knew that playing
pranks was never superb.
 
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APRIL 3, 2013
The Story of Four Princesses
One time long ago in the kingdom of Cameron, there was a group of four princesses: Charity, Felicity, Almira, and Felicia were their names. They were all different from each other. Felicity was a catty girl who got whatever she wanted. Almira was just the happy random girl who cheered everyone up brut at times talked behind their backs. Charity was the kind of girl who was blunt and very helpful. Now Felicia was the girl who was calm but yet was easily confused. These gals easily got into fights. One of the fights was nasty.

The crowning of the monarchy was corning up very soon. Felicity wanted Eloise Montani to be crowned queen. Charity wanted Alicia Montgomery to win. -they both got into a very heated argument about whom they wanted to win and why. There were a lot of rolling eyes and huffing. Almira and Felicia tried to talk to Felicity and charity saying that this was ridiculous! They wouldn't listen. Charity and Felicity ignored each other for weeks. They wouldn't even make eye contact. To Felicia and Almira, it was very annoying since Felicia and Almira didn't like drama all that much.

The next thing that happened was that Felicity was scheming Felicia's boyfriend. She was planning out all kinds of evil stuff. She was trying to ruin Felicia’s relationship. Oh how evil she had been! She was acting like nothing was going on at all. The crowning of the monarchy came, and of course, Eloise Montani won. Felicity was bragging and rubbing it in Felicia's and Charity's faces since that's who they wanted to win. It was so disrespectful and impudent. Again, they got into another heated argument. It went on forever!

While all of this was going on, Felicity's birthday party was coming up. Felicity invited Almira, Felicia, her crush, and Felicia’s boyfriend. She also invited others from the kingdom. Of course, she didn't invite Charity. The only way Charity could go, was if someone were to back down. It was so immature and childish. Almira and Felicia told Felicity to invite her. She ignored what Almira and Felicia were saying anyway.

Almira and Felicia told Charity and Felicity to apologize to each other. They still wouldn't listen" Charity and Felicity never made up.

Forty years later, Charity became queen of the kingdom. She was so l-blissful that she was crowned! She could finally rub it in Felicity's face. Charity had so much pride! Only she lost her pride when Felicity came to pay Charity a visit. Felicity was livid. Charity could just see 1t in her face. Felicity started screaming at Charity's face'

"Oh, guards!” Charity called out. The guards came running out and grasped Felicity. The guards took her to the dungeons. There she sat, for years. Eventually she died from starvation. Charity thought to herself that finally the fight had ended, and no more drama would occur.
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APRIL 3, 2013
Blooming Flower

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APRIL 3, 2013
Sunsets in Wisconsin

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APRIL 3, 2013
Summer Beauty

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APRIL 3, 2013
Wild and Free

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APRIL 3, 2013
Shy Summer

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APRIL 3, 2013
Dozer

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APRIL 3, 2013
Colorful Friendship

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APRIL 3, 2013
My True Home
I am Lost in the woods
The snow glistens in the trees
And the cold wind blows on my hood
Though I am physically trapped, I am free
Could it be that I am not really lost?
As I stumble in the white powder
The gurgling of a river rang in my ear.
I walked until I reached the rivers outer.
I felt an essence of home, it felt so near.
All I wanted was to be home, no matter the cost.
I sat down by the cold river side
And closed my eyes so I could pray
To the snow, water, earth and tide
Because that is the Spiritual way.
The coldness of the air slowly made me slip away
When I awoke I was surprised at what I had to learn
I had being living my life with only material possessions
While I thought it was great, it was going to turn.
I had to walk away, like a grand procession .
I must pride myself on the choice I made today.
I learned that one doesn’t know what is life
Until they live off where came life from.
I shall live here for years without any tools, not even a knife.
I might die from things like an empty tum,
But I will die knowing that I wouldn’t end up in a catacomb.
Many long years past and I grew weak with age.
I took a final journey to the river that opened my eyes
I have now gained enough knowledge to be a sage.
I sat down by the riverside and got ready to die.
But I was ready because I knew this was my home.

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APRIL 3, 2013
Footprints in the Snow
Foot prints in the snow
Who made them I’ll never know
Why would one go out like that in the cold
Oh I certainly hope it wasn’t someone old
I would think that all they could think about is the chill.
It must have taken them a bit of will.
Did their toes turn blue?
Or some unnatural hue?
And if they don’t heat them,
Their count of toes might be slim.

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APRIL 3, 2013
Fall in Wisconsin


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MARCH 15, 2013
Secret of the White Flower

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MARCH 13, 2013
Catch That Bull
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MARCH 13, 2013
Future Wisconsin Milker
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MARCH 13, 2013
Beautiful Summer

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MARCH 13, 2013
What are sisters for?
A bloodcurdling scream
Is it a dream
It came from my sister's room
Something she needs I assume
Standing on her desk
looking totally grotesque
Pointig at a spider
Posing beside her
As big as a chair
With fangs like a bear
A body ready for battle
Huge eyes like lost cattle
Battle cries echoed
Unmistakenly in attack mode
Eight muscular legs, ready to jump
My brain starts clicking, " I have a trump"
Hey sis, for 5 bucks I can be your hero
You can stand here forever or let me deliver the deathblow
She agreed to the deal
All you heard was a squeal
One little splat
And the spider was dead
I'm 5 dollars richer
And always there to help my sister

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