Sometimes I just like to have time to stop and smell the flowers… but I don’t so here is a quick photo of some gigantic field of sunflowers. I wish I was there not here doing loads of homework. I think this was in North Dakota somewhere near Bismarck I believe. It felt like it stretched on forever.
In my TOK class today we broached the subject as to why kids would give apples to their teachers. No one knew. The teacher so kindly told us that the teachers were given apples so they would be healthy because the teachers were revered in the community and needed to be kept healthy. I on the other hand, have a different idea about why apples where the gift of choice. ...
The little girl knelt Her hands together And head bowed She prayed She asked for Forgiveness She pleaded for Guidance She begged for Repentance She wept for Redemption She prayed hoping for an answer That never came She picked up her head Her soft hair falling And looked at the stars She asked silently God why don’t you answer me Yet no answer came She prayed every night For the rest of her life Waiting for that answer That never came Faithfully she returned Every night and knelt She refused to loose hope Hands together And head bowed She prayed She always listened But no word came But still she believed That he was waiting And watching over her He never did help her He never reached down To a child on her knees And said to her It is all right, you can go now You can go free He left her all alone Her parents didn’t understand Then her children didn’t understand And then her grandchild didn’t understand But she didn’t ask For their understanding Just to be heard ...
This is a funny photo from Glacier National Park. When my mom and I entered the park we were totally bummed out because we were afraid we weren’t going to be able to see anything due to the fog. I saw this mountain and all I could think of was, Hey, looky there, it is Mount Olympus. It was in Montana the whole time! Everything was coated in fog except for the top of this gigantic mountain just poking out of the fog like Mount Olympus. ...
I live in a closed in neighborhood off of an exit ramp, and you know what really cracks me up? Is when I see police sitting right there on the off ramp. I come driving down the freeway, and I turn my blinker on to exit and start slowing down. Then right there off on the side of the exit is a cop. It wasn’t just a one time thing, I see cops there all the time. They just sit there and when you round the corner and hit the brakes wondering why the heck they would be hiding there. Personally it scares the crap out of me because for some reason I never expect it. Here are my main problems with this that make me laugh every time I see a cop waiting there. This is what goes through my mind. ...
Some say the best poetry Is written spontaneously Starts with a line and grows Snaking upward to it’s full potential So here is a poem Without meaning or purpose It floats empty knowing it means nothing Each word spilled out Carelessly and without love Callously crumpled up And unfolded again A second chance at life Rising from the ashes Born again, whole and new But still it bears the scars of old Written on its skin Each scar bearing a story A note of a different life Of a different person So where will you go With new meaning and purpose Who will take you in Love you with a blind heart Giving with empty hands A person opening their soul To someone they don’t know Opening up to a new meaning Give chance a chance Trying to find light In a world of darkness A means for war In times of peace A person wondering through snow With no shoes Or intent to survive Would you give your eyes To help another open theirs Give yourself to someone new Just to see what would happen On the roll of a dice Take one last chance Stroll in the horizon Don’t look back over your shoulder There is nothing left behind you But hands that will drag you down Be free let go of them Walk on glass or through fire Just to feel who you are A kiss to a stranger You will never know A random impulse to live Or a spontaneous choice to die It all lies in your hands All you have to do is reach out Grasp onto destiny And don’t let it go Hold on tight or they will carry you away The ties are pulling but you must be strong You must not bend or break Now you must make your final choice To be spontaneous and choose As I have chosen.
When I was in Glacier National Park, I decided something. I was going to do something that I never would have even thought about doing. I was going to go swimming in a glacier run off river. I believe that it is crucial that at some point, at least once in someones life, to do something that seems not only idiotic but insane. This isn’t so crazy to some people but to me it means a lot. I am highly afraid of deep water not to mention the temperature of the river. I thought Lake Superior was cold, boy was I wrong. ...
More photos from the road trip, these ones star, a bighorn sheep from Glacier National Park, some sort of osprey in Minnesota, and a prairie dog posing with a stick from Theodore Roosevelt National Park. I love wildlife!!
Strangely enough, this poem started out being about a fox. Weird I know, some things just evolve as you write them. Come you trickster Come play with me We are so alike Know every trick In the trade Why do you hide? Oh trickster of mine Show the world your true colors Lay down your cards The games almost over Time to see The true end Why do you run? When is it you Who holds the cards The world is yours To be had Resting gently In your palm Yet here you run With your tail Between your legs Some trickster You turned out to be You who cannot Play the game We live by mercilessly Come play with me Our dying breed We’ll see who wins We who are common Must stick together For we are dying company Few and far between Feared and revered We walk the land One king left standing The tricksters are gone Exiled and discarded For fear of who we are A dying race Who always wins Come my trickster It is time to begin
I love this photo. This was about 100 feet away from a black bear in Glacier National Park. Yes. It is eating a dead horse and that saddens me greatly, but that is the price we pay for good photos A tow truck was stopped on the side of the road so my mom and I of course wondered, what is he stopped for, and what is he looking at? He was taking pictures of something with his phone. So we drove past slowly and realized it was this bear. We swung around and took a bunch of pictures. A handful of people also stopped to take pictures. Some people got out of their cars. Let me say, ...