I knew it was spring.
On Monday, I saw one beautiful flower that was
on the road.
On Tuesday, I saw two good Golden dogs
in the park.
On Wednesday, I saw three singing birds
in the tree.
On Thursday, I saw four white bunnies
in the woods.
On Friday, I saw five nice children
in the swimming pool.
That's how I knew it was spring.
Friday, April 18, 2008
Monday, April 14, 2008
Cultivate ---By Ben B., 11th Grade
Trust in the Lord and do good; Dwell in the land and cultivate faithfulness.
---Psalm 37:3
The sun, as hot as hell as the farmer plants the seed.
Water, like tears, help nurture the seed as it begins to grow day after day.
The farmers, a lost soul now saved by the water of grace, just before he began to wither away.
A seed without noursihment, black, dead, lost for eternity.
The seed with nourishment, a small piece of life in the middle
of a dark world.
Just like a single spark can start a wildfire, so can a single seed grow a gorgeous flower
which can help spread beauty
in a lost and dead world.
Hope is not hard to find, but hard to hold on to.
The farmer, now a flower in heave.
The seed, a nurturing farmer planting seeds all over the world.
The water, rain like tears of many crying faces.
The sun, fading as hell starts losing grip on the farmer's mind.
Cultivate.
---Psalm 37:3
The sun, as hot as hell as the farmer plants the seed.
Water, like tears, help nurture the seed as it begins to grow day after day.
The farmers, a lost soul now saved by the water of grace, just before he began to wither away.
A seed without noursihment, black, dead, lost for eternity.
The seed with nourishment, a small piece of life in the middle
of a dark world.
Just like a single spark can start a wildfire, so can a single seed grow a gorgeous flower
which can help spread beauty
in a lost and dead world.
Hope is not hard to find, but hard to hold on to.
The farmer, now a flower in heave.
The seed, a nurturing farmer planting seeds all over the world.
The water, rain like tears of many crying faces.
The sun, fading as hell starts losing grip on the farmer's mind.
Cultivate.
Cultivating Ourselves ---By Liny H., 11th Grade
The mind is like a seed that requires tender care and nurturing.
We must water it to help it grow the way our experiences help develop us and help us grow into the people we were meant to be.
Little by little the seed grows, and roots soon come out.
What those small roots grasp determines how much we will grow.
We are the seeds.
We must cultivate ourselves.
We must water it to help it grow the way our experiences help develop us and help us grow into the people we were meant to be.
Little by little the seed grows, and roots soon come out.
What those small roots grasp determines how much we will grow.
We are the seeds.
We must cultivate ourselves.
[Cultivate] ---Brenda C., 11th Grade
The sun comes up
and the famre starts to work,
Sun blazing on his back,
Sweat dripping down his face.
His fingers covered in the moist soil,
Planting seeds with care, love, and passion.
Not stopping until the sun goes down.
and the famre starts to work,
Sun blazing on his back,
Sweat dripping down his face.
His fingers covered in the moist soil,
Planting seeds with care, love, and passion.
Not stopping until the sun goes down.
[Cultivate]---By Noah L., 12th Grade
The farmer woke up early in the morning, on the first day of the growing season. The ground was perfect for planting his crops. He knelt down and popped a tiny seed into the ground then walked away.
At the end of the season, he wondered where his crop was. Because he was not caring for, nurturing, or cultivating his plants, nothing grew. It caused him much grief.
At the end of the season, he wondered where his crop was. Because he was not caring for, nurturing, or cultivating his plants, nothing grew. It caused him much grief.
Seeds ---By Jade A., 12th Grade
The Lord will use people throughout your life to plant His seeds.
As you grow spiritually, they will be cultivated and eventually blosson for everyone to see.
As you grow spiritually, they will be cultivated and eventually blosson for everyone to see.
Chased! ---By Caleb B., 7th Grade
Carl Williams slowly backed up into the shadows so he, she or it couldn't see him. It all started last winter, right after sunset, in the suburbs of town, in the park. Carl never actually like this park in particular because of how childish it was, but his mom made him go to it because it was the closest one to their house, being only five blocks away. The nine year-old adventurer that Carl was, he determined to sled ten times down the 60 foot slope in the park. To him, the slope was the only fun thing to do there, plus it always had just the right amount of snow on it.
Once Carl was done sledding, he was hot and sweaty because of the thick layer of blue and dark green winter clothes he had on and the workout he just had. Surprisingly, he was cold at the same time because of how freezing it was late at night outside. This reminded him that if he didn't get back home soon he would be in serious trouble!
As Carl started going back up the hill to go home (dragging his sled along), out of the corner of his eye, he saw something moving behind him! His heart jumped and he turned around slowly to see what it was. (It was pitch dark so it was hard to see, but the little light that there was came from the moon.) The mysterious figure stopped, rose what looked like a sharp piece of bloody murder, and started to run up the slope. With his wild imagination, he pretended he was climbing Mount Everest and that he was being chased by the Abominable Snowman! Halfway up the slope, even though Carl's mom told him never to talk to strangers, he did so by saying, "Who are you?!"
The stranger replied by making a muffled groaning sound, and it scared Carl even more.
Once Carl reached the top of the slope, he was hotter, sweatier, and colder than ever. But he couldn't stop because the mysterious figure was right on his tail. Carl couldn't stop now to let the figure hurt him or do something even worse, so he ran two blocks and then slowly backed into the thick shadow of a building to catch his breath and to lose the figure. Carl huffed and puffed through his mouth, trying to get air. He had to hold his breath as the mysterious figure slowly pass right by him. Carl couldn't hold his breath that long, so he let out the air in his mouth, making a noise. He quickly realizing the huge mistake he had just made.
The figure stopped and looked right at him for five seconds, thinking that it saw something. Then it walked away, out of Carl's sight.
Carl was relieved to find out, with the help of the extremely dim street lights, that it was a he instead of an it. But he was still afraid! Carl slowly made his way out of the shadows and carefully jogged the rest of the three blocks to his house. When Carl go home, all of the lights were off. Thinking that something bad had happened to his mom by the monster, Carl ran inside, turned on the light, and his heart jumped again.
All of his friend and close family jumped out from behind the furniture and yelled, "SURPRISE!" In all of the drama that Carl experienced, he had forgotten that it was his birthday.
As Carl was resting in a chair, I came over, gave him a gift, and said, "I saw you in the park not too long ago."
As Carl opened his gift, which was an almost-real toy sword, he said, "That was YOU!"
"Yeah, you looked at me and I tried to get your attention by waving your gift, but then you screamed and ran. I tried talking to you, but my dad tied my scarf around my face too tight. Then I tried to catch up to you, but you disappeared..."
Carl replied by saying, "I'm sorry. I thought that you were a stranger who was trying to hurt me. Also, I didn't disappear, I was just in the shadows next to you!"
So I said, "That would explain the weird noises!"
Carl finally asked me why I followed him part of the way home. I responded by saying, "Well (pointing at Carl's mom with my left hand and covering it with my right) she doesn't give the best direction. So I saw you in the park and tried to walk with you to your house. When you disappeared into the shadows, I looked around and finally figured out where you house was! Then I ran to your house before the party started!"
As Carl and I were talking, Carl's mom could hear us. She came over to us, and said to Carl, her voice oozing with sarcasm, "Did you have fun at the park today, honey?"
Once Carl was done sledding, he was hot and sweaty because of the thick layer of blue and dark green winter clothes he had on and the workout he just had. Surprisingly, he was cold at the same time because of how freezing it was late at night outside. This reminded him that if he didn't get back home soon he would be in serious trouble!
As Carl started going back up the hill to go home (dragging his sled along), out of the corner of his eye, he saw something moving behind him! His heart jumped and he turned around slowly to see what it was. (It was pitch dark so it was hard to see, but the little light that there was came from the moon.) The mysterious figure stopped, rose what looked like a sharp piece of bloody murder, and started to run up the slope. With his wild imagination, he pretended he was climbing Mount Everest and that he was being chased by the Abominable Snowman! Halfway up the slope, even though Carl's mom told him never to talk to strangers, he did so by saying, "Who are you?!"
The stranger replied by making a muffled groaning sound, and it scared Carl even more.
Once Carl reached the top of the slope, he was hotter, sweatier, and colder than ever. But he couldn't stop because the mysterious figure was right on his tail. Carl couldn't stop now to let the figure hurt him or do something even worse, so he ran two blocks and then slowly backed into the thick shadow of a building to catch his breath and to lose the figure. Carl huffed and puffed through his mouth, trying to get air. He had to hold his breath as the mysterious figure slowly pass right by him. Carl couldn't hold his breath that long, so he let out the air in his mouth, making a noise. He quickly realizing the huge mistake he had just made.
The figure stopped and looked right at him for five seconds, thinking that it saw something. Then it walked away, out of Carl's sight.
Carl was relieved to find out, with the help of the extremely dim street lights, that it was a he instead of an it. But he was still afraid! Carl slowly made his way out of the shadows and carefully jogged the rest of the three blocks to his house. When Carl go home, all of the lights were off. Thinking that something bad had happened to his mom by the monster, Carl ran inside, turned on the light, and his heart jumped again.
All of his friend and close family jumped out from behind the furniture and yelled, "SURPRISE!" In all of the drama that Carl experienced, he had forgotten that it was his birthday.
As Carl was resting in a chair, I came over, gave him a gift, and said, "I saw you in the park not too long ago."
As Carl opened his gift, which was an almost-real toy sword, he said, "That was YOU!"
"Yeah, you looked at me and I tried to get your attention by waving your gift, but then you screamed and ran. I tried talking to you, but my dad tied my scarf around my face too tight. Then I tried to catch up to you, but you disappeared..."
Carl replied by saying, "I'm sorry. I thought that you were a stranger who was trying to hurt me. Also, I didn't disappear, I was just in the shadows next to you!"
So I said, "That would explain the weird noises!"
Carl finally asked me why I followed him part of the way home. I responded by saying, "Well (pointing at Carl's mom with my left hand and covering it with my right) she doesn't give the best direction. So I saw you in the park and tried to walk with you to your house. When you disappeared into the shadows, I looked around and finally figured out where you house was! Then I ran to your house before the party started!"
As Carl and I were talking, Carl's mom could hear us. She came over to us, and said to Carl, her voice oozing with sarcasm, "Did you have fun at the park today, honey?"
Tuesday, April 1, 2008
We Want You
The Literate Lion is welcoming creative writers of all ages from LOCS to submit poems, short stories, or essays so that we can post them on The Literate Lion.
Imagine your writing online!
The blog is open as soon as you submit one of these subjects. LOCS students make this blog what it is. Please turn in all creative writing Mrs. Pacetti or her box. Or better yet, just email us with your writing and we'll post it not long after receiving it.
Thank you for your time.
---Breana P, Selina N
Imagine your writing online!
The blog is open as soon as you submit one of these subjects. LOCS students make this blog what it is. Please turn in all creative writing Mrs. Pacetti or her box. Or better yet, just email us with your writing and we'll post it not long after receiving it.
Thank you for your time.
---Breana P, Selina N
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