Two Savanna Runners

Again I was a little bored while doing some school work, so this time I drew an ostrich and a giraffe.

 It seems when I don't want to do something very much, even though I need to, I just stall myself.



Let's just say I had a lot of trial and error on this giraffe. I tried to make a body for this giraffe, but it didn't turn out too well, so I just decided to do the head.




This was really fun, I didn't have a reason to sketch it other than, just being a little bored with my school.



I guess now I'm calling the sketches from my school book 'Themed Sketches,' And they'll be more often now. I don't know why, but to me sketching can almost be like therapy, it definitely can calm me down when I'm not in a great mood.

I said in one of the posts I would try to write a Thanksgiving poem, but I couldn't come up with it... actually I didn't really think about it very much. Now I'm making a cornucopia out of clay.

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Poem for Week 9

Since Autumn is here, I decided to write a short poem about Autumn.

Autumn is here,

So give a big cheer,

The leaves' color has changed,

But they will soon return to the exchanged,

So for now all we can do is enjoy,

Oh boy,

It seems I was lost in time,

Oh well,

That was fun to rhyme.

The reason I wrote this poem was so I could show a few pictures of Autumn around here. 



 I took the picture of this tree when the sun was shining really brightly on it.




This just shows some of the array of different colors of trees we have around here, but lots of the colors in one picture.




Even though daylight-savings is over, there are still some really beautiful sunsets, I just happened to be right there with a camera when this one happened.



It seems for some reason, I'm going through 2 fazes right now. The first is for some reason I keep taking pictures of the sun. It's not like I look directly at the sun when I take the pictures, I really just an estimate, but the sun looks cool when I can see it with the camera. I think I'll post some of the pictures of the sun when I can decide what to post with them. 

The second faze is color, at the moment I seem to be really into purple. I don't know why, I just really like purple at the moment.

Since Thanksgiving is almost here I want to write a poem about it... I don't really know if I'll come up with it by then, but I'll certainly try.

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Puppy-Sitting

So we're puppy-sitting this weekend for my grandparents, and they have a little Yorkie named Bruiser.

 If you ever happen to find Bruiser's special scratchy spot (which is almost anywhere) he quivers and shakes all over, but it's so cute!  Another really sweet thing about Bruiser, is if you ever call him over to you like by saying his name and stuff, he sneezes! Bruiser will literally smile so big that he sneezes (like Win-Dixie!).
Bruiser is even still as dazzling a puppy, even when he's probably around seven or eight years old now.
But I think I've stalled you enough from this little cutie, so here he is,
The Yorkie, Bruiser:



This is Bruiser bustling around in the plants.
Did you know he's a poet like me too?
And I quote... here I go to catch a peek,
sneak, sneak, sneak.



 So where to next?



I'm walking, I'm walking,
I'm walking, freeze!



Wait, Get this for my
Mommy and Daddy! Cheese!





Hello, are you
still coming?




Ok, all done with the pictures...
oh wait, I can just give you
the puppy-face!

 

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A Couple of Small, Nimble Foresters

       Well, yesterday when I was doing school I got a little bored, so I took a break and decided to sketch a little. The result: I ended up sketching a rabbit and a squirrel, I tried to come up with a few others that related to them, but I didn't like how they turned out.

So here are the Rabbit and Squirrel sketches I made:

So this is my Squirrel, almost a rabbit, but turning out to be a Squirrel.





And this is my Rabbit. I don't know, I just felt like sketching.



      It's a good thing I'm Home-Schooled, so I won't get in trouble for sketching a little on the back of my schedule folder. But hey, it's just blank on the other side of the schedule anyway, so it doesn't do any harm.  

I just right my name or color or sketch or doodle on the back... it sort of marks my spot anyway.  

It's not like I skip school to do it, but it gives me a little break on school if it just bores me too much.

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Poem for Week 8

Well 'tis a wonderful time to share my poetry.

So I will:

 

A New Day

When morning comes,

The beautiful sun rises,

Bringing a new day, 

full of  surprises.

When the beautiful sun rises,

The birds sing their lovely song,

Almost the whole day long,

The birds sing their melodies,

Which to many, are great symphonies.

When morning comes,

People wake up and get out of bed,

Shake their tiresome head,

And look towards the day ahead,

They get ready for the day,

This for some only feels like a replay,

But others have days full of new surprises,

Just waiting for whatever arises.

When the sun is in the sky ablaze,

The majestic horses run to graze,

There are so many beautiful horses,

And they all have different graze courses,

Some roam far,

And some stay close,

And like ours,

Some roamed whichever they chose.

When the sun is in the sky ablaze,

People walk through the crowd-like maze,

Many go to find their mid-day meal,

Some eat this,

And some eat that,

And some,

Only wear their special hat.

When nightfall comes,

Many people and animals go to rest,

Some even sleep in the position of a crest,

 Some are much livelier at night,

 They can be such a sight,

Some are small,

And some are rather large,

And some,

Even think they’re in charge.

Now that the poem is completed,

I cannot remain seated,

So I must be on my way,

Because it’s time to return to my day.

'Twas a lovely poem, one ought to think. As for mine self, poetry is a gift, which makes it so much easier to uplift.  Well it's time for me to ring the ending bell, so I bid thee farewell.

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