Thursday, October 23, 2008

Home schooling Day Out

Have you ever stood on a bridge - above a river - while the wind was blowing extremely hard? It was quite an experience. It was actually sort of freaky because the noise was so loud it sounded like a train was right underneath us.








We went to Moab on Wednesday for a day out. Dave went to meetings while Kelly, Lindsey, and I, went to the River, went skate boarding, and spent the afternoon with Luke, Kelly's friend who moved to Moab. We were there to see the fire which got very close to Luke's house. We went to lunch and then we went to Moab Diner for milk shakes. It was a fun day.
We walked across the bridge but the wind chill factor was so flipping cold we hurried back before we froze. I couldn't believe it was that cold in Moab, but it was.

Saturday, October 4, 2008

Autumn Poems



Autumn days are here again

In autumn when the trees are brown

The little leaves come tumbling down

They do not make the slightest sound

But lie so quietly on the ground

Until the wind comes puffing by

And blows them off towards the sky.

The winds will blow their own freshness into you,

and the storms their energy,

while cares will drop away from you

like the leaves of Autumn.

Fall poem by John Muir


Pretty Leaves Pretty leaves are falling down,

Green, orange, yellow and brown.

Here comes one colored red,

It landed on my head.

Pumpkins in the cornfields

Gold among the brownLeaves of rust and scarlet

Trembling slowly down

Birds that travel southward

Lovely time to play

Nothing is as pleasant

As an autumn day!
No spring nor summer

beauty hath such grace as I have seen

in one autumnal face
Autumn quote by John Donne

When autumn wind goes running

It does some magic things.

It gives the shadows dancing shoes

It gives the bright leaves wings

When autumn wind goes running

It curls the bonfire's tail of smoke

And shares a little whispered joke

With cornstalks who delight to prattle

It turns a seed pod into a rattle

When autumn wind goes running
Leaves in the Fall come tumbling down,

Scarlet and yellow, russet and brown,

Leaves in the garden are swept in a heap,

The trees are ready for sleep.
A fallen leaf is nothing more than a summers wave good bye