A bit of Ogden Nash

The other day I picked up a book of Ogden Nash, and found this wonderfully funny poem within. He is a master at rhyme.

The Hunter

The hunter crouches in his blind

‘Neath camouflage of every kind,

And conjures up a quacking noise

To lend allure to his decoys.

This grown up man, with pluck and luck

Is hoping to outwit a duck.

A Poem by Lord Byron

For school right now we are studying the poetry of Lord Byron, and as I was reading a few today, I came across this one. I think it’s pretty good, particularly the reference to harps 🙂 To those of you who don’t know, I have bought a harp, though it is still in the making. Today I’ll start sanding the soundbox, if I have time. I hope to have it finished soon, so I can start learning how to play it.

Anyway, this is the poem I read:

My Soul is Dark (from Hebrew Melodies)

My soul is dark–Oh! quickly string
The harp I yet can brook to hear;
And let thy gentle fingers fling
Its melting murmurs o’er mine ear.
If in this heart a hope be dear,
That sound shall charm it forth again:
If in these eyes there lurk a tear,
‘Twill flow, and cease to burn my brain.

But bid the strain be wild and deep,
Nor let thy notes of joy be first;
I tell thee, minstrel, I must weep,
Or else this heavy heart will burst;
For it hath been by sorrow nursed,
And ached in sleepless silence long;
And now ’tis doom’d to know the worst,
And break at once–or yield to song.

The other day as I was browsing The Common Room, I came across a post by Pipsqueak, about the books she had read in March. Among them was a new book by Lemony Snicket, titled “Horseradish: Bitter Truths You Can’t Avoid”. It sounded interesting, so I went to the library and read it myself. For the most part, the tidbits in it are funny, and this is one that I found particularly amusing:

“Of all the ridiculous expressions people use – and people use a great many ridiculous expressions – one of the most ridiculous is “No news is good news.” “No news is good news” simply means that if you don’t hear from someone, everything is probably fine, and you can see at once why that expression makes such little sense, because everything being fine is only one of the many, many reasons why someone may not contact you. Perhaps they are tied up. Maybe they are surrounded by fierce weasels, or perhaps they are wedged tightly between two refrigerators and cannot get themselves out. The expression might well be changed to “No news is bad news,” except that people may not be able to contact you because they have just been crowned king or are competing in a gymnastics tournament. The point is that there is no way to know why someone has not contacted you, until thy contact you and explain themselves. For this reason, they sensible expression would be “No news is no news,” except that it is so obvious it is hardly an expression at all.”


Now go to your local library, and read the book for yourself. There’s a whole lot more interesting things in there, some maybe even funnier. If your library doesn’t have it, shame on them!

A Descriptive Paragraph

This is a paragraph that I wrote a few days ago, as an exercise in writing descriptions. It isn’t a part of any story yet, though someday it may be. But for now, you may judge how well I did on describing this lovely lady.


All the people were holding their breath, waiting. To me it seemed like an eternity. Finally, I heard the trumpets flourish, and the people erupted into cheers. Standing on my toes, I could just barely see her over the crowd. She was the most beautiful lady I had ever seen. Her dress was a delicate green, the sleeves coming to her forearm, with the opening so enormous it touched her knees. Her hands were white and delicate, but firm and commanding. Her eyes were a soft brown, mirroring her compassionate heart. But the most beautiful part of her, the thing I noticed first, was her dark brown, almost black hair.It was so long, it reached to her ankles. As she walked, it flowed behind her like a waterfall. Smiling warmly at the people, she seemed to be a descendant of the elves.

My review of “Ever”

Recently I signed up for a program that HarperCollins publishing company is doing called First Look. It is basically where you sign up to review a book that has yet to be published, and if they choose you, they send you an Advance Reader’s Edition so you can read it, and then write them a review. I think it was a fabulous deal, even if there were a few typing errors in it. It sure beats buying it new for $12. Here is the review I wrote for it:

When I received this book in the mail, I promptly sat down and read the whole thing that afternoon! This is quite an exciting book, as all of Gail Carson Levine’s Fantasy books have been. The only complaint I had was a bit of inappropriate humor in the third chapter, but other than that, I thought it was a wonderfully engaging book.

I considered using the word “bawdy” (which is actually a word used in the book itself), but since this review was intended for the age group that probably wouldn’t know what that word meant without looking it up, I used “inappropriate humor” instead. I will not say on here what the bawdy joke was, since I would be too embarrassed to see it on my blog. I wish she hadn’t put it in there. It was absolutely unnecessary. But once I got past that, the rest of the book was very exciting, and I enjoyed it immensely. I don’t know if I’m allowed to publish their little blurb about it, so I’ll just give you the link here. Once it comes out it May, you ought to be able to find it at your library, and if you can’t, shame on them.

Happy reading to all!

Blood and Chickens

A few days ago, my Dad, my Brother, and I butchered some meat chickens that some friends of ours had given us. We were in a dreadful hurry, and even though we went as fast as we could, it still got too dark on is before we were done. As we were cleaning up the scene of death, I thought up the first two lines of the following poem, and then the next day I finished it. I will withhold my opinion on it’s quality, however, and allow you, the reader, to decide for yourself.

White and red beneath the tree
Feathers and blood intermingle
High above the moon shines bright,
All around gathers the silence.

Right before the sun went down
Tied to the tree by their legs
Chickens died, and spilled their blood
Carnage and gore all around

Now the sun no longer shines
Darkness has covered the place
high above the moon shines bright
All around gathers the silence.

Nowadays there are a lot of people that are “going green”. Some go all out, getting a hybrid car and buying only organic, while others just do a little bit by carpooling and recycling some of what they would throw away. As I’ve read articles and other sources on the subject, I have come to the conclusion that there are a few people that have practically turned this into a religion. Besides the two types I mentioned above, there are a few who go to the absolute extreme by putting the health of the environment over humanity itself. These people believe that it hurts the environment when a new baby is brought into the world, and therefore there should be less children being born. This is a very scary thing to me, because it is absolutely wrong! God made us in His image (Gen. 1:26), and has given us dominion over all living things (Gen. 9:2-3). We do need to take care of this world that the LORD has given us, but we should never put it as a higher priority than taking care of people. If the extremists got their way, most of the earth would be totally off-limits to people, so that we wouldn’t destroy the perfect balance of nature. I am glad to say, though, that there aren’t a whole lot of people that are quite that extreme. As for myself, I will continue to do what I can to keep this world a beautiful place to live in, so that future generations can also enjoy the majesty of God’s creation.

I won’t even bother to apologize for not posting on here for so long. I’ve already done that enough. But when I’m busy with college and high school, I find pretty quick I don’t have the time to sit down and write for my blog. However, I have realized that I haven’t been writing enough for school, so I have decided to write something every day (whatever I can think of, there’s no telling what I’ll come up with!) and post it here if I have time. For the most part, it will probably be my opinion on various issues that America is dealing with today, and perhaps a little on politics, though I may come up with some other things as well. Bear with me as I try to form this new habit, and hopefully it’ll stick.

A Single Light

I know, it’s been a while since I last posted. Oh well better late than never. I won’t bother you with apologies this time, I’ll just get right into what I have to post.
This is a Snippet out of a book I just finished reading, called “A Single Light”, by Maia Wojciechowska. I have no idea where that last name came from. If any one knows, comment and tell us, so the rest of us can know, too.
This isn’t the best book I’ve ever read, but I thought this little bit was pretty good.

A snippet from “A Single Light”:

Larry had wanted to spare the priest the horror he had seen in the hills. He did not want to shock this man, who obviously knew as little about people as he himself did. But in his anger he told the priest all he had witnessed and felt.
“A tragedy can alter the course of human hearts,” the priest said.
“Didn’t you hear me?” Larry Katchen shouted. “Those people turned into killers back in those hills! You yourself said that you did not know them. Well, I do! They’re savages and the girl must be kept from them.
“If they have harmed anyone, they will not be the same ever again.”
“People don’t change!”
“That’s not true,” the priest said. “You have changed. And so have I. An act can change people, so can an idea.” Larry Katchen watched the road and tried not to listen. “Sometimes we forget the most important facts,” the priest continued. “I had forgotten that we did not kill Christ. If we had, we would not have survived our guilt. He died for us. That is the great difference. And it is that difference which makes me different today from the man I was yesterday.”

A Quote

This is a quote that I read off of one of the blogs my mother reads, called “Like Merchant Ships“, and she got this quote out of a book she got from the library, called “Things I Want My Daughters to Know”, by Alexandra Stoddard. I myself have not read the book, but I thought this quote was amazing, and wanted to share it with my readers.

To live content with small means;
To seek elegance rather than luxury, and refinement rather than fashion;
To be worthy, not respectable, and wealthy, not rich;
To study hard, think quietly, talk gently, act frankly;
To listen to stars and birds, to babes and sages, with open heart;
To bear all cheerfully, do all bravely, await occasions, hurry never.
In a word, to let the spiritual, unbidden and unconscious, grow up through the common.
This is to be my symphony.
–William Henry Channing