Day 20.
April 24th, 2006.
Dahab, Egypt, footprint in blood.
How long will it take before people
live in peace and harmony.
©Rita B. Fox.
Friday, April 28, 2006
Day 19
Thursday, April 27, 2006
Monday, April 24, 2006
Day 16.
Day 14 and Day 15
Friday, April 21, 2006
Day 13.
Day 12
Day 12.
April the 17th 2006.
This time a word cinquain. Means line 1-1word, 2-2 words, 3-3 words,
4-4 wordsand 5-1 word.
April the 17th 2006.
This time a word cinquain. Means line 1-1word, 2-2 words, 3-3 words,
4-4 wordsand 5-1 word.
Spring,
early sunrise,
birds chirp songs,
sunshine through my window.
Happiness.
©Rita B. Fox
Love and Hugs,
Rita
Thursday, April 20, 2006
Day 11
Day 11.
April 16th 2006.
This time a haiku.
Easter Sunday morning.
We will search sea shells today
instead of Easter eggs.
©Rita B. Fox
It was nice weather, so we went to a beach that day.
Counting syllables again with words......
Love and hugs,
Rita
April 16th 2006.
This time a haiku.
Easter Sunday morning.
We will search sea shells today
instead of Easter eggs.
©Rita B. Fox
It was nice weather, so we went to a beach that day.
Counting syllables again with words......
Love and hugs,
Rita
Sunday, April 16, 2006
Thursday, April 13, 2006
Wednesday, April 12, 2006
DAY 7
DAY 7.
April 12th 2006.
I should be happy, eating bright red strawberries.
Sitting in my cabriolet, the wind through my hair.
Sitting under that old oak tree,
released from my fear for life.
This is my part 3 from the challenge for my creative
challenge group.
Now my whole poem:
Looking at myself.........
I am as a wave, moved by the wind.
Singing my own song, at the sound of the violin.
Seven days a week,
to hide my fear for the death.
I was a baby bear, searching for love,
following the buzzing sound.
`Till I fell asleep under the old oak tree
away from fear and loneliness.
I should be happy, eating bright red strawberries.
Sitting in my cabriolet, the wind through my hair.
Sitting under that old oak tree,
released from my fear for life.
©Rita B Fox, April 2006.
Tomorrow a drawing, I know for sure.
Love and hugs, Rita.
April 12th 2006.
I should be happy, eating bright red strawberries.
Sitting in my cabriolet, the wind through my hair.
Sitting under that old oak tree,
released from my fear for life.
This is my part 3 from the challenge for my creative
challenge group.
Now my whole poem:
Looking at myself.........
I am as a wave, moved by the wind.
Singing my own song, at the sound of the violin.
Seven days a week,
to hide my fear for the death.
I was a baby bear, searching for love,
following the buzzing sound.
`Till I fell asleep under the old oak tree
away from fear and loneliness.
I should be happy, eating bright red strawberries.
Sitting in my cabriolet, the wind through my hair.
Sitting under that old oak tree,
released from my fear for life.
©Rita B Fox, April 2006.
Tomorrow a drawing, I know for sure.
Love and hugs, Rita.
Tuesday, April 11, 2006
Day 6
Day 6.
April 11th 2006.
This is part 3 of the challenge I was talking about yesterday, tomorrow part 4, the last part.
I was a baby bear, searching for love,
following the buzzing sound.
‘Till I fell asleep under the old oak tree
away from fear and loneliness.
love and hugs, Rita
April 11th 2006.
This is part 3 of the challenge I was talking about yesterday, tomorrow part 4, the last part.
I was a baby bear, searching for love,
following the buzzing sound.
‘Till I fell asleep under the old oak tree
away from fear and loneliness.
love and hugs, Rita
Monday, April 10, 2006
Day 5
Day 5
April, 10th 2006
This is a part of a creative challenge I do for a Yahoo group, this was part 2. Part 1 were question like if you were a color, wich one should that be.
More like that as animal, movement,fruit ect.
Part 2 was write a poem 3 or 4 lines, no rhyme.
This was mine:
I am as a wave, moved by the wind.
Singing my own song, at the sound of the violin.
Seven days a week,
to hide my fear for the death.
Tommorow comes part 3.
Love and hugs, Rita.
April, 10th 2006
This is a part of a creative challenge I do for a Yahoo group, this was part 2. Part 1 were question like if you were a color, wich one should that be.
More like that as animal, movement,fruit ect.
Part 2 was write a poem 3 or 4 lines, no rhyme.
This was mine:
I am as a wave, moved by the wind.
Singing my own song, at the sound of the violin.
Seven days a week,
to hide my fear for the death.
Tommorow comes part 3.
Love and hugs, Rita.
Sunday, April 09, 2006
Day 4
April 8th 2006,
Day 4 a Haiku
Swimming exersise.
My daughter proudly presents all
her best swimmimg skills.
©Rita B. Fox
Love and hugs,
Rita.
Day 4 a Haiku
Swimming exersise.
My daughter proudly presents all
her best swimmimg skills.
©Rita B. Fox
Love and hugs,
Rita.
Saturday, April 08, 2006
Friday, April 07, 2006
Day 2
April 6th 2006
Day 2.
Maybe not my best work, but I wrote it for some
one who past way. To young. (38)
Your......
Your eyes…always sparkling.
Your mouth…always a smile.
Your face…always happy.
Your body…always full of energy.
It didn’t workout to save your live,
your illness was to strong.
You are so beautiful,
you are so young.
So full of live…
now you are gone.
Beaded your illness the first time,
you felt oh so strong.
Lots of plans, full of live,
you said: ‘I am still young’.
My work, pleasure and a new love…
And now you’re gone.
My heart is crying.
but a part of your strength is still strong,
It rubbed off on me,
it will help me to be young.
I will remember you,
even now you’re gone.
©Rita. B. Fox
Day 2.
Maybe not my best work, but I wrote it for some
one who past way. To young. (38)
Your......
Your eyes…always sparkling.
Your mouth…always a smile.
Your face…always happy.
Your body…always full of energy.
It didn’t workout to save your live,
your illness was to strong.
You are so beautiful,
you are so young.
So full of live…
now you are gone.
Beaded your illness the first time,
you felt oh so strong.
Lots of plans, full of live,
you said: ‘I am still young’.
My work, pleasure and a new love…
And now you’re gone.
My heart is crying.
but a part of your strength is still strong,
It rubbed off on me,
it will help me to be young.
I will remember you,
even now you’re gone.
©Rita. B. Fox
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