~The Painting~ By: Katie Church

**Yay! Fianlly! I got a person! I have 2 actually! I will post this one first though(:**

~The Painting~

I ever rest against the wall,

    Either ignored or admired by all

My frame is small 'round my simple face

    And I am alone in this dreary place

 

The people point at me, muse, and stare

    And it's obvious the children don't care

I'm naught but paint, and glass, and dust

    I'd love to move, but stay I must

 

It's worth the critisism and the talk

    To see my designer stop by 'round the clock

He handles me with the untmost of care

    It's worth rude remarks just to know he is there

 

I remember the tickle of his miniscule brush

    And the way his face in deep pride first did flush

When he heard the first praise from a potential buyer

    But my designer would not sell me, not for anything higher

 

I was his treasure,

    His greatest delight

And so I shall remain,

    Every day, every night

 

Katie Church http://thirstforpurity.blogspot.com/

The Stray Kitty

The Stray Kitty,
Wandering the fields,
Looking for a meal,
Hoping for a warm night

The Stray Kitty,
Playing with the cats that have homes,
Hearing the owners say,
"Get away, ya old stray cat!"

The Stray Kitty.
Dead on the road.
Its to late for someone
to take him into their house.

The Stray Kitty.
He has found his home
Up in heaven
Where God loves him more then the world.


BY: SAMANTHA CHURCH!

I have a sister Blog!!

Who Says Your Not Perfect?

PLEASE FOLLOW IT!!!!! :D

Really Need Some Inspration!

Lately, I've been dead. I've seen a LOT of inspiration and I'm just to lazy to write! I need some requests! And: PLEASE TELL PEOPLE ABOUT MY BLOG!!!


<3 Sammy

I can't think of a poem!

I can't think of any poems so I will show you one someone else has written!! AND!! I'm writing a short story for english! I'll pose it on here when finished!

**THIS POEM IS NOT BY ME**

Robert Frost: A Patch of Old Snow

There's a patch of old snow in a corner
That I should have guessed
Was a blow-away paper the rain
Had brought to rest.

It is speckled with grime as if
Small print overspread it,
The news of a day I've forgotten--
If I ever read it.

Some lines I could use in a poem or maybe two? (:

• I rip my bag of fear open and let myself into the world
• My music flows within my soul
• Music fills my life with hope
• The evergoing thought of tomorrow
•

I do poems from back then, too(:

** This poem is not by me **
There is another sky:
by: Emily Dickenson

There is another sky,
Ever serene and fair,
And there is another sunshine,
Though it be darkness there;
Never mind faded forests, Austin,
Never mind silent fields -
Here is a little forest,
Whose leaf is ever green;
Here is a brighter garden,
Where not a frost has been;
In its unfading flowers
I hear the bright bee hum:
Prithee, my brother,
Into my garden come!

Sammy <3