I just heard this song, really sad. Felt Like Sharing

Skin
Rascal Flatts

Sara Beth is scared to death
To hear what the doctor will say
She hasn't been well, since the day that she fell
And the bruise it just won't go away

So she sits and she waits with her mother and dad
And flips through an old magazine
Till the nurse with the smile stands at the door
And says, ?Will you please come with me??

Sara Beth is scared to death
?Cause the doctor just told her the news
Between the red cells and white, something's not right
But we're gonna take care of you

Six chances in ten, it won't come back again
With the therapy we're gonna try
It's just been approved, it's the strongest there is
And I think we caught it in time
And Sara Beth closes her eyes

And she dreams she's dancing
Around and around without any cares
And her very first love is holding her close
And a soft wind is blowing her hair

Sara Beth is scared to death
As she sits holding her mom
?Cause it would be a mistake for someone to take
A girl with no hair to the prom

For just this morning, right there on her pillow
Was the cruelest of any surprise
And she cried when she gathered it all in her hands
The proof that she couldn't deny
And Sara Beth closes her eyes

And she dreams she's dancing
Around and around without any cares
And her very first love was holding her close
And a soft wind is blowing her hair

It's quarter to seven, that boy's at the door
And her daddy ushers him in
And when he takes off his cap
They all start to cry
Cause this morning where his hair had been
Softly she touches just skin

And they go dancing
Around and around without any cares
And her very first true love is holding her close
And for a moment she isn't scared

Alliteration Poem-Disney Style

Ariel's above aquatic adventures anger an aggressive authority
Beautiful Belle breaks Beast's bane blissfully
Cinderella cleans countess' crib constantly
Dumbo displays deadly dares
Esmeralda's entertainment's enchanting
Flounder forever's frightened
Gaston's greed grows greatly grim
Hades' home's horrifyingly haunting

A Morning In F-Wing

I walk through the doors of F-Wing.
The pod is covered with ska/theatre kids talking.
As I continue past the door of F-1,
Out from the Teacher's Room comes someone
Dressed with a tie and a cup of coffee,
Which the aroma seems to linger shortly.
I pass the girls with hair and nails all nice.
On the opposite side, guys with hair that sticks up like sticks of black ice.
The different clicks scattered here and there,
And the mixture of perfume and body odor fill the air.
On either walls, maroon lockers open and shut close
As another teacher walks through with glasses on her nose.
Everywhere I look everyone's having a ball,
Until the 7:15 warning bell echoes through the hall.
From clicks to stampede they rush to their homeroom
Hoping to catch each other again after school.
Now the 7:18 bell rings in the empty hallway,
And F-Wing waits quietly for its kids to return throughout the day.

Remember That Time

So remember that time
The day I pointed and laughed at your unibrow

It was quite funny at the time
The day I laughed when you were totally embarrassed

Oh wait, remember a minute before that time
The time you first laughed at my growing mustache

I must say I think about that time
The time I defended myself because now

Looking back at that time
I am still not sorry

Percy Jackson and The Olympians: The Lightning Thief

Yesterday I just finished the first book to the Percy Jackson series and it was amazing!!! I know, I know, it's a young adult book and my ten year old sister's fourth grade friends are reading it, but it was really a good book. I don't usually look at books that are past 200 pages but this (a 400 page book) sounded really good. If you don't know about it, it's about a sixth grader named Percy Jackson who discovers he is the son of Poseidon. He embarks on a journey to the Underworld to retrieve the master lightning bolt from Zeus. Yes, the Greek gods are very much alive in this book. Their kingdom of Mount Olympus is above the Empire State building and the Underworld is in the City of L.A. They move their kingdoms to wherever civilization brings them. On the journey, him and his two friends encounter Greek monsters like Medusa and Cerberus. If you don't know a lot of Greek stories, this book will have you know a lot of them by the end of the book. If you don't want to read it, the movie version comes out February 12, 2010.

White crystals are stitched together to create a sparkling quilt over the town. Blankets cover rooftops while the white quilt stretches from door to door. Trees are stripped from their autumn leaves. Now, white laces are draped over the naked branches. A child is pleased with the quilt as he lays in it making the impression of an angel in the ground. As the crystals start to stop falling, more and more people are coming out to burn the marvelous blanket. They come with their shovels and scoop away until the blanket is nothing but shreds on the sides of the streets. In busy places, malicious smoke blackens the shreds until it is as dark as the night. Mother Nature fights back with yet another blanket, but man rips that one up as well. All day, it's a war against nature. She's only trying to dress up their homes for a special holiday, and they are unappreciative and destroy the gift she brings them. It's now night and everyone is sleeping. This is her moment to shine as she takes the tiny crystals of what's left of her beautiful blanket and throws them back up into the black sky. They now are called stars, waiting for another time to fall down to earth as white crystals once more.

"SNOW"

Snow
It won't be long before we'll all be there with snow
Snow
I want to wash my hands, my face and hair with snow

Snow
I long to clear a path and lift a spade of snow
Snow
Oh, to see a great big man entirely made of snow

Where it's snowing
All winter through
That's where I want to be
Snowball throwing
That's what I'll do
How I'm longing to ski
Through the snow-oh-oh-oh-oh

Those glist'ning houses that seem to be built of snow
Snow
Oh, to see a mountain covered with a quilt of snow

What is Christmas with no snow
No white Christmas with no snow
Snow

I'll soon be there with snow
I'll wash my hair with snow
And with a spade of snow
I'll build a man that's made of snow
I'd love to stay up with you but I recommend a little shuteye
Go to sleep
And dream
Of snow