How do my hands wave? Moving and rising in my hands the way it shows all the pictures. Reaching, grasping and encasing in my hands it paints your understanding into a perfect place. Tumbling and rumbling in my hands move all the beautiful feeling in an inspiration. Crashing and smashing in my hands it stands for all the meanings of natural signing. Waving with my hands reflects! (created by Deb Ann)
Wednesday, October 3, 2007
My KODA daughter wrote the poetry
The man sat on the porch with a crackling torch, waiting for the sun to rise, waiting for a new prize for inspiration. Out of nowhere comes a flashing white unicorn with its mane and tail blowing in the wind. And the eyes sparkling with a lost feeling. The man with his jaw on the ground, slowly with his eyes on the horse he grabbed a rope. A neigh, a shout of victory! The mystical creature had been caught! For the first time in 20 years, the man's eyes sparkled with excitement and he laughed a laugh of happiness and comfort. And the horse, which the old man named sunny, felt a feeling of being home, safe and sound. He climbed on Sunny's back and patted her neck. Off they went, flying in the sky through wet clouds which gave them ice cold showers. The man, whose name was Jacob, grinned a grin as big as the sun. Sunny, glad of comfort leaped higher and higher, lower and lower , until she landed at a pond and began to lap water. Her brown eyes gleamed with love for Jacob. She would never leave home again, because she found a perfect one. And Jacob...felt the same way.
Written by my daughter, Hannah
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3 comments:
wow, she has a beautiful writing
Thank you, Amy! She loves to write.
Touchy and deeply words
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