A White Heron in Poetry form

The shiest of smiles, such sparkling eyes -
Such gray, such bright, such beautiful eyes! -
Young Sylvy runs through the misty night,
Such a graceful body with a gait so light.
She's chasing the cow that must be near;
'Co' Co', C'o Co', please come here!'
Mistress Molly snorts, such a clever cow -
Learned to hide and silence her bell.
Sylvy guides her back to her grandma's home
And they walk together, yet all alone.
The house sits back, away from the world,
Deep in the forest lives this shy little girl.
When, suddenly, a whistle, Sylvy hears,
And she begins to quake inside with fear,
As a young man walks close with a gun on his back.
He says, 'Hello little girl, come talk to me lass.'
Sylvy stays quiet, but then murmurs her name.
She takes him to grandma who invites him to stay.
Each day he goes out in search of new birds,
Young Sylvy goes with him and he fills her with words
Of the land whence he came, so full of life!
Adventure and romance fill up her mind.
But suddenly snaps back to this world when she sees,
The hard steel of the gun kill the bird that was free.
As it falls to the ground, feathers covered in blood,
In Sylvy's big heart, the emotions all flood.
How can she love someone who brings death to this place?
But how can she not when he offers escape?
Little by little, the hunter tells Sylvy more
Says he'll give her ten dollars and open up doors
To adventure and freedom that she never has known,
If she'll just tell him where the white heron has flown.
Such torment and chaos fill this poor child's mind!
Could she betray a creature that is of her own kind?
She winds through the forest, running fast, breathing deep.
She has to decide which promise to keep.
She reches the tree that is mighty and tall.
The heron's within it, but she could so easily fall.
She grasps the tree hard and climbs up its boughs.
She slips, holds tight, wipes the sweat from her brows.
When she reaches the top, the sun rises and peaks
There thw white heron stands, so strong, yet so meek.
As the light pushes past the forest, she sees
The ocean, the freedom, the world that she seeks.
She vows to keep quiet and let the white heron live.
She forgets all the things that the young man can give.
Birds are better friends than man, so they say.
The men will all leave, but the birds will remain.
She goes back to her life and the young man moves on
But sometimes she still hears him in the dusk or the dawn.
His whistle is haunting in the crisp, misty air
And sometimes she regrets her choice to not share.
So nature, remember this poor little girl.
Recall what she gave up to save your own world,
Remember her suffering, let her eyes please behold,
The gifts that you have that no one else could know.

Based on 'A White Heron' by Sarah Orne Jewett

Jewett, Sarah Orne. "A White Heron". The American Tradition in Literature. 12th ed. New York: McGraw-Hill, 2009. Print.

Ah ha

The major difference between a thing that might go wrong and a thing that cannot possibly go wrong, is that when a thing that cannot possibly go wrong goes wrong it usually turns out to be impossible to get at or repair.

Lola

I have been car-less for a very long time. It was getting to be rather depressing. I needed rides everywhere, and if I couldn't get the ride, I just stayed at home. I've had to miss out on a lot of things my friends were doing, because of this.

Everything changed over spring break.

There is a classic rock song called 'Lola'. It goes 'L-O-L-A Lola. La la la la Lola.' The song is very catchy and I thought Lola was a very cute name, and I decided I would use that name someday (It was a little later that I found out that the song is about a man that looked like a woman).

So...(dun dun dun dun)

I would like to introduce you to Lola, the car that is the color of rootbeer (which happens to be my favorite soda). She is a 2000 Ford Contour and a very stellar ride (I will get pictures up eventually). Finally (actually, about time) I have a car. I am a very happy camper in this respect.

Lola. It's a good song. You should look it up (or I could be smart and just post it).

May the frets be with you.

9 through 16

Things To Do When I'm Bored #9:
Scoop up armfuls of snow, throw it in the air and shout 'PARTY TIME!'

Things To Do When I'm Bored #10:
Walk up to the person in the Art Gallery who is looking at the geometric spiral drawings and whisper 'Are you getting sleepy yet?'

Things To Do When I'm Bored #11:
Wave at every single security camera that I see.

Things To Do When I Am Bored #12:
Get to class early and turn all the desks around so they are backwards.

Things To Do When I'm Bored #13:
Go for a walk.

(What a novel idea)

Things to Do When I Am Bored #14:
Contemplate the person sitting right next to me and attempt to distinguish whether it is a boy or a girl.

Things To do When I Am Bored #15:
Walk into the library and say, 'Hello! Where is the snack bar at?'

Things To Do When I'm Bored #16:
Sit at a computer in the library and then pop up at the person across from me and yell, "HIDE AND SEEK! YOUR TURN!"

Spring Break

Thank God for spring break. I have two more classes today and then I am home free for 11 whole days. I have set up some dates to meet with some very important factors: sleep, eat, sleep again, and sing.

I know it sounds horrifically lazy, but that's what spring break is for, right? Actually, what I really hope to do is write and record a few more songs. Oh, and also find my camera computer cord. Without it, there would be no point to recording because I need to plug in my camera to get the recordings on the computer.

I think I'll also work on some papers ahead of time. I have a lot of bigger papers coming up and God knows I don't want to fall behind any. All of my professors are extremely demanding .

Speaking of falling behind.

Someone just told me that we lose an hour of sleep this Sunday (and of course it had to be my boyfriend to tell me such depressing news). So watch out everyone, don't oversleep on yourselves. Its a shame that it couldn't wait til next week--after spring break. But I guess it's good that it's occuring now. It gives me time to get used to it before school starts again. I have a sleeping disorder, so it is hard for me to fall asleep and stay asleep. A new schedule definitely needs time to be broken in.

So, I may not write here again until after spring break is over.

Happy Spring Break to all my fellow college students! I hope you have a simply awesome one.

May the frets (and the nice weather) be with you.

Cars

Today I am supposed to update my blog. I have a killer headache and can't think of anything funny or interesting to say. (i'm on a roll, huh?) Frankly, this is getting ridiculous.

I guess I can tell you about the Cleveland Auto Show. I went there this Sunday with my boyfriend and my 16 year-old brother. It started off really well. We got there around noon and planned to leave by four. There were lots of pretty cars and cool exhibits and raffles. My brother perpetually got himself lost, throwing my boyfriend and I into panic attacks. We got to ride in some new cars which was pretty nifty. However, as the day wore on, I became very, very tired and hungry (and I wasn't willing to pay $3.50 for a hot dog the food vendors were selling, and 5hour energy had almost no effect on me). Although my ever geeky boyfriend attempted to rekindle the flame of excitement by pointing out some new, extra cool features on one car, the fire was simply gone. My brother felt the great need to sit in almost every car he saw. He is a huge car fanatic. His dream is to design cars for Ford. Needless to say, he was in 7th heaven all day long.

So...

We ended up being there eight hours. It was long day and a long trip, but it was well worth it. Next year, I might prefer driving my own, separate car there so that I can leave when I get tired. If you're a girl then you understand...boys and their toys...what can you do?

May the frets be with you.

Word

Hiphimobut v. (hí • phi • mo • but)

The act of wollering.


Wollar adj. (wha • luhr)

Being so stellar, all you can say is 'word'.

And the maiden cried,
'It's over now, I see that I have lost myself.
Consumed by works of nobler deeds,
My own existence does not exceed
The statutes I set before myself.

I wonder that I even tried.
Still, deep inside my weary wandering mind,
Amid the tangled mess of life,
I am awake enough to say quite clear:
I found myself out of your fear!'

Blank

I have absolutely nothing to say. Shocker, I know. But really, I have nothing to talk about.

The weather is cold.

My homework's a bore.

There, I'm done.

I have been working on new music, now that I think of it. I really should upload some newer (and frankly better) videos of my music to YouTube:

	http://www.youtube.com/user/madeformusic...

I'm just too lazy, and my camera is too much of a pain to upload to do it on a regular basis. What I should do is upload one for every day, just set my camera up to upload the video over night. I'm pretty sure I know 365 songs, or at least close to it. If you choose to grace me with your viewing on YouTube, please be kind to me. I am not being sarcastic, I actually really mean it. Most of my recordings on my channel were done at two or three in the morning, so the quality leaves much to be desired. However, maybe you'll hear or see something I don't. Who knows? (meanwhile, I cringe at the thought)

Have a fantastic, blessed day!

May the frets be with you.