Little flower.

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The following is a poem by Isabella, as part of our Adventures in Writing exercises.

 

Little flower

Fruit so sour

Since you’re still not grown.

Now you’re all alone.

Other flowers are all wilted,

Very bent and very tilted

Past their prime

You have time

To shine like the evening sun.

Everyone you will stun.

Little flower

How they’ll glower

When you are a leafy jewel.

Leafy tendrils into spools.

Velveteen petals

Sunlight settles

In drops of dew,

Reflecting blue

Of the early morning sky.

The wind’s small sigh

Ruffles through your leaves.

A small petal, it thieves.

Down comes a hand

Around your thin waist, it lands.

A gentle pluck.

A careless tuck.

“You, I will take,

A nice centerpiece, you will make.”

Aphrodite’s Dye, by Isabella.

IMG_3394This is a story written by my 13 year old daughter as part of our daily discipline of journal writing.  We’ve been studying Greek mythology, and she has been inspired to come up with several of her own Greek myths.  This is one of them.

 A long, long time ago, when Zeus first began his rule, there was a cave filled with riches beyond imagination. Silk softer than down, pieces of solid sunlight, and beautiful dyes of all different colors. The cave was forbidden to everyone, including Zeus. He had told all the Gods and Goddesses never to go there because the world had nearly ended after a God had taken a crumb of the solid sunlight. Aphrodite was very vain and wanted all of the beautiful dye to herself.  Unlike every other God, she didn’t believe his stories and figured that even if the world did threaten to end, she could probably use her charms to get what she desired. So Aphrodite came up with a plan. The next day, she set off to the Underworld and using her charm, convinced Hates of giving her the sleep potion. Aphrodite went back to Olympus and served a grand feast. She dripped a drop of the potion into the food of each God putting them in a deep sleep. Taking her chance, Aphrodite made her way to the cave. When she entered the cave, she filled her arms with as many dyes as possible then the silk, then the sunlight, then the dye. With very full arms, Aphrodite began the journey back. Back in Olympus, the Gods were waking up. Noticing Aphrodite’s absence, they went to look for her. They found Aphrodite struggling to carry all of the treasures. Zeus was very angry with her and told her to take them back. As if that wasn’t hard enough, he tied Aphrodite’s feet together. As she neared the mouth of the cave, the ground began to rumble. Aphrodite panicked and tripped over a rock sending the treasures into the angry sky. The dyes stained the sky a light blue, and the silk floated in white fluffs just below the stains. The solid sunlight hovered over everyone, bathing the world in endless light. “Now no one can have the treasures and the world will be safe from the power of greed.” Said Zeus.

Ode to Spring, by Isabella.

IMG_2827Strawberries squishy and soft,

Squirrels leap in their leafy loft,

The mellow songs of morning time bird’s,

Chicka dee dee dee is heard,

The forest is most definitely alive,

Spring is the time to thrive,

Fluffy white clouds dance,

In a bright and unreal blue trance,

A writhing mass of light pink worms,

Surely affirms,

That Springtime is here to stay,

And to drive cruel Winter away,

March, April and May.

 

 

Two Kinds of People, by Isabella.

The following is by Isabella, age 13, as part of our current writing “adventure.”  Her latest book will be coming out soon as well.  I’ll keep you posted.

 

There are two kinds of people in this world.

Some people are like baked clay, they are set in their ways and refuse to change. When they are forced to undergo change, they often break.

Other people are like soft clay, they are open to things new and different. They mold and shape themselves to accommodate the change.

What kind of person are you?