Whew!
It arrives once more A school year finds its ending Summer’s warm embrace
It arrives once more A school year finds its ending Summer’s warm embrace
Had an interview Should know in a couple days Praying and waiting
Hanging on that tree His tree it is, and the curse Great mystery, this
James Dickey said that a writer is, …someone who is enormously taken by things anyone else would walk by… I read this in a book I found on our shelf in the school room. It is called The Art of Teaching Writing, and it is written by Lucy Calkins. This is one of those books…
A two-week break nears The schedule is held at bay Fierce lion it is
He gave all for us The merchant man sought a pearl His blood was the price
am I a writer?how many posts must there be?who made up the rules?
tap, tap, hear the soundsomething descends from abovesoftly, it blesses
paper walls crumblefurrowed brows betray the maskvain hopes soon scurry
a single leaf drops he tilts his head to the sky closer now is He