Avalanches occur when a small bit of snow slips.
Oceans take over when a wave builds.
What will happen to me with my little idea?
It will become a big idea.
Saturday, March 24, 2012
She Thought by Joanne Morris Okano
She thought I was a nothing,
But I was a someone.
She thought I was a failure,
But I was a success.
I had my own back at last,
Hahahaha.
But I was a someone.
She thought I was a failure,
But I was a success.
I had my own back at last,
Hahahaha.
What Methinks About Life In The Hills Of Saskatchewan
Methinks life is very merry, especially in the hills of Saskatchewan. People drink liquor not, neither do they swear, nor wear frilly dresses, it is all very sedate.
Friday, March 23, 2012
Friday, March 16, 2012
Dollies In Dresses by Joanne Morris Okano
When I was little
I liked dollies in dresses,
Osmonds and fairies and Spain.
My auntie Pam made me cardies
To wear as I walked on the beach in France
Where I went to a dance
In a boite.
Anyway, back to the dollies.
When I was little, really little,
My Oma, my Dutch Grandma,
Made my doll floral trousers,
The height of fashion,
(And I wanted some too).
I liked dollies in dresses,
Osmonds and fairies and Spain.
My auntie Pam made me cardies
To wear as I walked on the beach in France
Where I went to a dance
In a boite.
Anyway, back to the dollies.
When I was little, really little,
My Oma, my Dutch Grandma,
Made my doll floral trousers,
The height of fashion,
(And I wanted some too).
Thursday, March 15, 2012
Anatomy
You might have wondered why I'm writing again. I said I would concentrate on art for ten years and then write on the blog. Well, I'm colouring in an anatomy book so I'm getting my art fix and I think I can resume writing again, at least for a while.
Squirrel The Horse/Joanne Morris Okano
Squirrel the horse was a horse, of course,
A pony to be exact.
Squirrel went riding with me on his back
Me on his back, me on his back,
Clippety, clippety clop.
Squirrel was gentle and Squirrel was kind
Squirrel was also deaf.
When the planes flew low in the Biggin Hill Airshow
I was safe
He did not run away
That day.
Some of the other horses out riding
Were frightened
By the sound of the planes
And although their riders
Tightened their reins
Their horses ran whinnying away.
But one day, Squirrel got the better of me
When his sister he did see
In a paddock by the road
Where we went for a ride
With me on his back,
Clippety clop.
"Neigh!" said Squirrel with glee.
"Neigh!" said she.
And I fell off his back
And got quite a whack
On the head
And spent the next three days in bed
With concussion.
A pony to be exact.
Squirrel went riding with me on his back
Me on his back, me on his back,
Clippety, clippety clop.
Squirrel was gentle and Squirrel was kind
Squirrel was also deaf.
When the planes flew low in the Biggin Hill Airshow
I was safe
He did not run away
That day.
Some of the other horses out riding
Were frightened
By the sound of the planes
And although their riders
Tightened their reins
Their horses ran whinnying away.
But one day, Squirrel got the better of me
When his sister he did see
In a paddock by the road
Where we went for a ride
With me on his back,
Clippety clop.
"Neigh!" said Squirrel with glee.
"Neigh!" said she.
And I fell off his back
And got quite a whack
On the head
And spent the next three days in bed
With concussion.
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