Stories and Poems

Spring -- A Birthday Poem for My Mother

2005-06-04T19:19:00.001+02:00

Blossoms bloom,
Birds sing,
Baby's room,
It is spring.

Birth of all,
Calls of sheep,
All enthral,
and numerous memories we will keep!

In your art,
We can find,
All your heart,
And life combined!

The colors we see,
As the flowers start to unfold,
With the scent of potpourri.
We see the hues of red and gold.

I can feel the cool breeze,
Playing with our hair.
And I love remembering these,
Moments we will always share.

Spring

2005-03-30T23:53:00.000+02:00

The birds are busy building nests,
And the bees start humming to their tune.
The bears awake from their deep rest,
Softly swearing, “It’s too soon!”

Cold and Breezy Day - A Haiku

2005-03-09T16:58:00.000+01:00

Cold and breezy day
Trees are dancing in the wind
I see them shiver

Carnival - Chapter 1

2005-03-06T17:33:00.000+01:00

“Mom! Look! There is a carnival outside! I bet they set it up last night!” My brother, Dallas, hollered from his bedroom. Mother sighed. I knew she disliked carnivals. “A waste of money” She called them. My little sister, Joy, woke up at the mentioning of the carnival. Dallas slid down the stairs on his skate-board, as most ten year olds do while Joy was staring at the crowd, which was forming around the Merry-Go-Round. I knew Joy was jealous , because she loved the Merry-Go-Round. Daddy came down the stairs. He kissed mom and saluted Dallas. “Good morning, America!” They chanted. We all laughed and sat down for breakfast.

Our house was large, but a large house was necessary if you had two dogs, one cat, and a ten-year-old brother! My mother, Jocelyn Cambridge, was a tough mother to convince. She could be very stubborn at some times; though it actually depended on her mood. She was a loyal doctor at the Red Cross. With all the injuries she faced each day she started to believe that everywhere you went there was danger. At first I thought she was overprotected when I was nine but I soon realized that she was doing this for our own good.

My father, Byrd Cambridge, was a lawyer. He was not a man of whom you would believe was funny, but one of the main lessons of life is “Do Not Judge a Book by its Cover”. My father was a wonderful debater. He had won all except two cases in his whole entire lawyer career.

Dallas was born with the instinct to be messy. For this reason my room was strictly forbidden for him to pass. Dallas was a good student but he had a terrible behaviour in school, which had lost him his wonderful grades. Mother was very cross with him when she received his latest report card. “I thought you said you would change your behaviour! At this rate, you have the risk of dropping out of school! You are a smart boy, so use your brains!” She had yelled to Dallas.

Joy was the type of girl you would find sitting in a corner reading all day long. Everyday after school Joy passed the library, and everyday she went inside, even on the days mother told us to come home straight away after school. Joy, too, was a wonderful straight A student. I found myself jealous of her sometimes, isn’t that strange? I am jealous of an eight year old!

Me, I was just plain twelve-year-old Iris Cambridge. Nothing special happened to me. I was a mediocre student. For I usually received Bs and occasionally a C. I only received As for creative writing. I loved to write. I could express all of my feelings in one combination of words, which made me so relaxed.

“Daddy. May we have some money to go to a carnival?” Dallas asked while he was busy eating a croissant. “Oh, I will not be here, and neither will your mother. I doubt that you would want to go on your own.” Our father answered. “Oh yes we will! We can take care of ourselves you know? I mean Iris is twelve and I am ten!” Dallas insisted. Father glanced over to mother who was thinking this over. She looked up and sighed. She pushed her chair away and got her purse. She gave me 25 dollars. “Do not spend it all!” She said strictly. “Thank you so much!” We all chanted and hugged mom and then dad. “I promise I will watch them!” I said. Dallas laughed, “I don’t need you!” “Yeah right!” I yelled. I then did something I did not do in a long time, I started chasing Dallas until we both where tired and sat laughing on the couch. Joy who was also laughing came to sit next to us. Father smiled and stood up. “I have to go to work now.” He announced. Dallas and I said bye, while Joy stood up and hugged him. “Thank you.” She said. “Your welcome. Now have a nice time the three of you and do not loose sight of each other.” He kissed mom and left.

Friends

2005-03-05T20:43:00.000+01:00

My friends stick by me,
When I am mad.
They comfort me,
When I am sad.
They care for me,
When I am ill.
And when I am not me,
They are there still.

Weather

2005-03-05T20:42:00.000+01:00

Snow

Snow falling fast
Alone on a Christmas Eve.
Peace and quiet at last.
Please snow don't leave!

Sun

I wake up before dawn,
And stare outside my window.
Resisting that big yawn,
I look for something yellow.

Rain

Running home from school,
Jumping between the drops.
I look just like a fool,
Hopping until the rain stops.

Thunder

Outside the thunder goes boom.
The covers are over my head.
I am all alone in my room,
And swish I am under my bed.

An Old Man From Ukraine (Limerick)

2005-03-05T19:24:00.000+01:00

There was an old man from Ukraine,
Who didn't have quite a good brain.
So he went to the doctor,
And got a smartoctor.
And finally was smarter again.

Autumn

2005-03-04T19:03:00.000+01:00

Silently the leaves tumble down,
Preventing the ground from frostbite.
As they form the soil's gown,
The tree's branches are such a fright.

The trees are almost like bald men,
Standing tall and proud.
And every now and then,
They loose one leaf and pout.

The leaves are feathers of a bird,
Falling from the sky.
As they decline they cannot be heard,
But when they land you hear a cry.

And then you know a tree has shed,
One of his pride possessions.
Amongst the crowd of yellow and red,
Lays that one leaf with many expressions.

The quilt of different shades,
Is as soft as goose down.
The soil's quality upgrades,
As the leaves start turning brown.

The end of autumn is coming nearer,
And snow is just around the corner.
The grounds are like a message bearer,
They say, “It is time for winter.”

Photo Thanks To:
http://inls.ucsd.edu/~lev/album/japan/