Writing Hope Scale
"The Spark" - Chapter 1
March 21, 2016
No Longer Afraid
October 20, 2015
Giving Love to the Broken
September 25, 2015
Inquiry Paper - Re:"Where She Went"
September 24, 2015
"Children’s Complexity" - Analysis of "To Kill a Mockingbird"
"Civilization Looking Down on Nature"
"Condolences to the Earth" - Flash Fiction
July 1, 2015
Courage at the start was Scruff
As stubborn as I could bear
At times he looked like a minke muff
And all I could do was stare.
He loved tall foxtail
Caught up in his fur.
And after summer would sail,
Far away, he’d look like a little burr.
I had the swirl and ache
Of baths with him in summer
That afterward we’d shake
And the water flung would take cover
I crave him now and again
When I pass by spots he used to lay
I feel my heart with its mournful strain
Of places he used to always invade.
I know he’s somewhere better.
Having adventures in the Garden.
And some day I will meet my Maker,
And have my own adventures in Heaven
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