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Rain Drops Keep And Keep Falling On My Head

First off, I would just like to say that I have been working on this post for a couple of days now, but for some reason Blogger has not been cooperating, and I just fixed the problem this evening.

It has been raining for about four week here at my house, and i am about all rained out.

Thankful, though, it did stop long enough for me to take these pictures, and the rain drops looked like little crystal diamonds.

Then there is the orange fungus that is sort of disgusting and very pretty at the same time.

 

And this picture is just one of my favorites. I love the way the pink flowers look against the dark blue shutters.

Goof-Ball

I took Molly for a walk in the field by our house the other day. I even remembered to bring my video camera, so I could capture those "priceless" moments of her being an absolute goof-ball. And did she disappoint me by being a prim and proper lady? Are you kidding me this is Molly we are talking about. Lady may be her title but it should Joker. And to prove my point here is a video of my little pup.

If you listen hard enough you can hear Molly snorting into the snow. So do you think she's weird or is it just me?

Aftermath

I normally don't write poetry. Instead, I prefer story telling because I can never find a rhythm of poetry I'm good at.

But for history today I had to write a poem on the Johnstown Flood. My history book gave me an example of a poem composed of five couplets written at the time of the Johnstown Flood by Isaac Reed. My assignment was to write a poem in the same style. Here is the result.

AFTERMATH

Walking through that hospital room,

Feeling as if I had just meet my doom,

My daughter lost, my husband gone.

Why should I even carry on?

Then above the wails and tears,

A small sob reached my ears.

I looked across and saw a bed,

The woman in it plainly dead,

A small boy sitting by her side,

Crying as if he too had died.

I then realized I wasn't the only one,

For this young boy must be her son,

We could do nothing for our lost loved ones dear,

But in their memory shed a tear.

I look around me just once more,

Seeing shed tears hit the floor,

Knowing this loss of life and excess of blood,

Would go down in history as the Johnstown Flood.

My First Video Upload

I know it's way after Christmas but I just had to put this video on.