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Summer February 26, 2011

Filed under: Poetry — emily651 @ 4:27 pm
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Summer is my favorite season…no school, the beach, swimming, camping, and the list goes ON AND ON AND ON!!!  Surf’s up, Dude!


The sun is shining on the water.
The dolphins are jumping in and out of the glowing sea.
I’m gently floating on the water’s surface.
I dive through coral and see little sea horses.
Summer is me.

The sun is beating down on the ocean sand
The sandcastle seems alive like the real thing
I find starfish and seashells to complete my masterpiece
I am buried in sand from head to toe
Summer is me

The sun is setting in the sky
The waves are dying down to a gentle roll
Orange, pink, and yellow painted in the clouds
I wish this day would never end
Summer is me



Slither and Slide

Filed under: Poetry — emily651 @ 4:03 pm
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This is poetry that I wrote in first grade and still like.  Does the shape of the poem remind you of anything?

The Snake

Where is my dinner?
Down under a rock,
Between a tree trunk or
Or in a dog’s mouth?
I slither in a house
And find a mouse.
Dinner is served!


The Ride of my Life…So Far

Filed under: Personal Narrative — emily651 @ 3:38 pm
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Here is something I wrote recently that I wanted to share.  Read with caution!

The Ride Of My Life…So Far

If you ever go tubing, make sure a maniac isn’t driving.  If one is, it won’t end pretty.
I finally had the guts to get on the tube.  I was jumpy and proud to be six years old and going tubing with the big girls, Breanna and Alaina!  That was before I found out I would be squeezed in-between two thirteen year olds.  I then had a feeling this trip might be rough.  We all were too big for the tube, so to make some room, they sat on my tinsy legs that almost shattered into billions of pieces.  Just then, when I was about to back out of this mess, the motor started.  Thirteen year olds cheer, six-year-old cries.
We start slow, and I think, “I might enjoy this!”  Breanna and Alaina disagree.  “Boo!  Boo!” they yelled.  So, speed goes up, my grip gets tighter, and my happiness turns into fear.  The maniac driver is now trying to flip us.  Luckily, we were on Big Mac, the tube.  He is almost impossible to flip.  Sharp turns, bumpy waves, some tricks that can’t even be put in words!  I got teary eyes when the iceberg water whipped my delicate face.  I wanted to scream but it would be no use, no one would hear me.  I thought nothing could be worse than this, but I was wrong.   I saw my nightmare.
My eyes widened, my skin turned pale, and a shiver went down my spine as my eyebrows magnified toward the sky.  An enormous wave!  That wave didn’t even have to stand on his tippy toes to touch the sun.  I whispered a while to myself knowing that I would die.  Alaina and Breanna shouted and screamed, exclaiming it was too big but Mr. Maniac ignored them.  As we approached the wave, we grabbed each other’s hands like this was the end.  But really, it was only the beginning.
I was so frightened I was gasping for air.  I had fright asthma.  I looked to the sandy shore and saw mouths on the beach.  Only six years old and I knew what they were thinking.  “How will they make that wave?”  Sadly, I knew the answer, “We won’t”.  I closed my eyes tighter than the lock on a bank door.  My palms were sweatier than a kid that did the monkey bars a thousand times.  I started to slip.  Three words popped in my head, “YOU CAN”T SWIM!” even though I was wearing a lifejacket.  The wave seemed to be going on forever and ever, like everything was in slow motion.
Just then we came to a halt in the middle of the lake.  The speedboat rocked gently like a baby cradle on the puny waves that once were huge.  I took deep breaths to cure my “fright asthma”.  Mr. Maniac and his buddies pulled us in to the boat.  He helped Breanna and Alaina out of Big Mac and saw me sitting there with black and blue legs, a red face, and blisters on my hands.  He helped me out and apologized to me explaining that he forgot I was in there.
It’s a pretty big booboo, but I accepted his apology.  The motor started again and we headed to the dock.  When we got there, I gathered up all of my remaining strength to crawl off the boat and hobble off the dock.  When I saw land, I was in love.  I fell into the sand, made a sand angel, and shouted, “Land, sweet land!”
Now, if I have a choice between water and land, that one experience, puts land ahead of water…every time!


Hello World! February 23, 2011

Filed under: Emily's words — emily651 @ 6:29 pm

I am so excited to have this blog up and running!  I love to write stories, poetry, and essays.  I can’t wait for you to read my writing.  I hope you like it and make comments so that I can grow as a writer.  Thanks for reading!!!