Thursday, April 17, 2014

NaPoWriMo 15

Slowly,
The forest seems to close in on me,
Devouring my soul.
My feet fly over the ground,
As if I am a bird,
Soaring over the ground.
I must escape!
I cannot be taken by these woods,
Kidnapped by nature.
I can and must escape.

Travel and More!

        So, a lot of people ask me my favorite country that I've been to.  In one of my recent poems, I listed these places.  I always respond: South Africa!  I found it amazing before I left that I was actually going to Africa on a mission trip.  And, to make it better, I got a 12 hour layover in London!

        Just recently, I was asked to speak on an underground Christian Iranian TV show.  The studio was located near where I live.  My interviewer spoke to me in another language, which was translated into my ear, and I responded in English, which was then again translated.  I was so nervous I would mess up on live TV, or my translation would stop working! Anyways, it went smoothly and I was invited back! Yay!  How many middle schoolers in this world get to speak about God to Iranians!

Tuesday, April 15, 2014

Some Breyer Photos I Took!

Well, like I say in my profile, I love Model Horses! Here are some pictures I took:














Monday, April 14, 2014

Riding


This is me riding George, a 28 year old gelding.  He is the most adorable Welsh Cob I've ever seen- and he's Palomino!  I ride Hunter-Jumper, and have been riding this style for almost 4 months.

NaPoWriMo 14

Carefully,
Very carefully,
The mud-stained hands guide the lump of clay.
The hands permeate the hard lump,
Slowly,
Very slowly,
Turning into into another shape.
Minutes pass,
And the clay stops twirling,
It has another shape now- it is a bowl.
Quickly,
Very quickly,
The bowl has been created.

NaPoWriMo 13

As I walk along,
I see a fork in the road.
One path is very narrow and bending,
And one is very wide and smooth.
I start towards the smooth wide one,
But then I feel differently.
I change my direction and head toward the narrow one,
Knowing it will be an experience.

Saturday, April 12, 2014

NaPoWriMo 12

I lurk in the darkest corners,
Snickering to myself.
I hide under children's beds,
Installing a sense of fear.
I am the one who pops infants' balloons,
The one who spills a child's ice cream.
I am the one who corrupts men,
Who creates all things unjust and wrong.
I am Evil.