Spring Nothing is so beautiful as spring - When weeds, in wheels, shoot long and lovely and lush; Thrush's eggs look little low heavens, and thrush Through the echoing timber does so rinse and wring The ear, it strikes like lightnings to hear him sing; The glassy peartree leaves and blooms, they brush The descending blue; that blue is all in a rush With richness; the racing lambs too have fair their fling. What is all this juice and all this joy? A strain of the earth's sweet being in the beginning In Eden garden.--Have, get, before it cloy, Before it cloud, Christ, lord, and sour with sinning, Innocent mind and Mayday in girl and boy, Most, O maid's child, thy choice and worthy the winning. ___________________________________________________ Easter I got me flowers to straw Thy way, I got me boughs off many a tree; But Thou wast up by break of day, And brought'st Thy sweets along with Thee. Yet though my flowers be lost, they say A heart can never come too late; Teach it to sing Thy praise this day, And then this day my life shall date. ______________________________________________________ Water By: Jessica Dabu Water is also called H20 Water does flow All its molecules are far from each other Do they copy the shape of its container? Water is odorless Theyre also tasteless Water is really useful Thats why water is cool Thats not all Water is in lake or fall Ocean and sea It is use to water trees Water is very important To people, animals and even plants Water covers 75% of the earth Now you see how its worth Independence Day Our American flag, it so clean It is the most beautiful thing ever seen. How it dance and flutters high, Atop the highest peak, touching the sky. And when I sing the national song, I feel really proud that I belong To a nation so big and wide. I am an Indian I say with pride. I am small this much I know, I will become great as older I grow. Now I have to read and write, And learn to do my sums right. Respect my elders and teachers too, And find pleasure in everything I do. Spread joy and happiness everywhere, Give a smile here and a helping hand there. But this my heart has to say, If each day becomes a Independence Day, We can fight envy and fight greed, We can conquer poverty and need, We can dispel darkness by spreading light, And make our country's future bright. Lastly, peace at any price is really worth, Only then Indian can become, Heaven on Earth. ________________________________________________________________ Today and Tomorrow By: Jessica Dabu Today is fine Tomorrow will shine Because of God's divine Tomorrow's for you and mine If your day is ok I should say This is the day Where sun will not die, through a different way The sky is blue It's just like that, for me and you This is true 'Cause today's not yet through Pretending by: Charlene Zarah Salamat Pretending not to care is like pretending Not to know Pretending to not know is pretending you Can't love Pretending not to love is pretending not to Live It's hard pretending especially If I'm pretending I don't Love You... _______________________________________________________________ Jesus Abilities unknown to us walking on water flying without wings This is our Jesus our glorious King. Can you imagine wealth beyond our comprehension always a heavenly orchestra playing this is how Jesus dwells our glorious King. Abundant love always given to Him from His Father above A pure love we will know someday this Jesus dwells in, forever and always until one day He came to Earth He felt our pain when given birth He dwelt among us and then grew older. Oh dear Jesus, teach us to be bolder. Then He gave his life for us This is our Jesus Give Him glory sing His praise for in heaven our Savior reigns! ____________________________________________________ Jesus is my Boss Each day I enter work with a smile I greet each person, as I walk down the isle. Many times I catch the scent of freshly baked bread, Which brings me back in time, to when I would wake in bed, My Mothers morning baking filling my head. As I hang my coat, then wash my hands, I contemplate the day before me neatly planed. The tables I wash then I do confess sometimes look such a mess!!! Rembrant never smattered such a masterpiece of art, syrup every where except on the cart. Though the dishes may seem piled to the sky, I am undaunted, as I don an apron in an attempt to keep dry. Each dish represents a child who was fed, Who woke just as I did and wandered from their bed. A child which did not go hungry but had breakfast instead. Soon a hustle bustle begins about the place, deliveries begin, and fixing lunch picks up the pace. It takes a team to feed four hundred, sometimes more, But when things get overwhelming, it's the challenge I adore. Lunch prepared, awaiting the patter of little feet, We take a quick break, and have a bite to eat, Each day we talk about something new, What on the weekend, did you do? As we gain a pound or two :) Lunch usually ends abruptly the sound of childrens voices coming down the hall, We scurry to our places, as we see the little faces, Some days you just want to hug each and every one, For here is someones daughter, and there is someones son. After that is what I call, ordered disconfusion, Anything can happen in the hour to come, from a child saying "hey lady, great lunch" to trays drenched in upchuck. Sometimes they drop quite nicely into the rack, Sometimes you pry them apart when they are totally stuck. The place takes on a quite as time goes on, You glance about and wonder where have the children gone, Off to collage, or a new school, Married now, a new career. Each one is special, each one dear, so brave to enter a world so big, where those little feet travel we may never know. But I pray for each one as on their journey they go. With the dishes all washed and put away, We say good bye to another day of work well done. At home sometimes after my shower my body feels overwhelmed I can feel every muscle, every joint cries out. So then I find my computer and work on things like this, And remind myself that what I do, I do for Him, For each person I see each day, is especially His, because of this I love each one the very best I can, For Him I would do anything with the greatest joy. Because my Jesus loves, each little girl and boy. Oh sure there's days that I mess up, I am only human, But that is why He separated, night from day. And says to me each morning, pick up your cross and follow me, because the load is heavy but my burden is easy to bear. I am just a servent upon this earthly sphere. Sometimes people ask me why do you work there? The answer to me is obvious, because He put me here. I don't look at my wage as net gain or loss, because with Jesus as my Boss, my reward lies at the foot of the cross. ____________________________________________________ Jessica #26 Its My Lucky Day (by me) I think its my lucky day I saw a dollar in my way I got a perfect score in our Math test Maybe Im lucky or Im just blessed My mom accidentally gave me fifty bucks Then my friend gave me a chocolate, Yippee its Super Deluxe My dad gave me a car An Xbox, laptop and even a guitar Todays my lucky day I wish tomorrows like this, I pray
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