The Color Gray and Your Senses Poem - Write a poem about how the color gray affects your senses. The lines of the poem begin with: Gray looks like, Gray sounds like, Gray feels like, Gray smells like, and Gray tastes like.
and my cord [surfboard leash] broke. I went to my car to see what I could use to fix it, and there was that nail. I used it, and I got four more hours of perfect waves . . . and I’ve been using it ever since!”
We did this rhyme with theparachutefor Outdoor Musical Storytime. I put twoapple-shaker instrumentson the parachute, and we lifted it up and down. For Family Storytime, I gave each child twoplay scarvesto bundle up in their hands like apples. Then I asked them to suggest other foods they...
Durham,England,Elizabeth was the eldest of twelve children of the family.She studied Latin and Greek under her brother's tutorials and she read voraciously in history,philosophy,and literature.By her 12th year she had written her first"epic"poem....
The Warning and the Great Miracle,p. 177 There is a stunning prophecy that I have been reflecting on over the holidays and now, as 2025 unfolds. A sobering reality is washing over me daily as I “watch and pray” in light of the “signs of the times.” It is also the “now word...
When a lover neglects to “come back every May/Just to help me paint my banisters blue,” it’s the women in Del Rey’s life — Nikki Lane, her close friend Jenny, her sister Chuck — who return to paint over her blues with green and gray. Del Rey long ago proved herself to ...
It’s all there in that one image: the highway at night (has to be night), the long line of beat little cars with their beat little drivers staring straight ahead, moving in bleak unison, oozing worms of light out into the blue that blink over the desiccated skeletons of winter trees...
Paint myself in blue and red and black and gray All of the beautiful colors are very, very meaningful Yeah, well, you know gray is my favorite color I felt so symbolic yesterday If I knew Picasso I would buy myself a gray guitar and play ...
I could make Soup-n-Brigh (not how it’s spelled in Dutch but generally how it is pronounced). A mix of bread and buttermilk cooked in an open pot until the entire house smells like a men’s locker room with two weeks of unwashed laundry. Or maybe Bluepop. Barley and grape juice ...
the song projects optimism and happiness, though both Evans and Rogers had faced adversity in their lives, and the song's lyrics reflect life's challenges as well: Some trails are happy ones/ Others are blue/ It's the way you ride the trail that counts/ Here's a happy one for you. ...