Sunday, April 24, 2016

Mama Bird



     It was a beautiful summer day when Tommy went to bird hunting. He was in the woods looking for birds to hunt.
All of a sudden he heard: Don't kill the birds! He turned around , saw his friend Banu.

Banu: What do you want from these innocent little birds?. Let them sing and fly. And why are you killing them? What do they do to you ?.  said Banu.

Tommy said: What does it matter to you?. Leave me alone, I'm hunting birds, it's not illegal.. Now they are all gone. You scared them. But I got one anyway.

Banu: I'ts illegal here in Washington. Please don't kill the birds. I love birds..

     Few weeks later, Tommy again went to the woods hunting birds. While he was waiting for the birds, a bird came and attacked him in the face. Tommy tried to cover his face, but bird was flying around his head trying to scare him.

So Tommy finally runs home. Then Tommy realized it was the mommy bird was attacking him. Which he killed her baby few weeks ago.

So Tommy finally promise Banu that he will never hunt for birds anymore.

Thursday, April 21, 2016

The Heart of the Tree

By: Henry Cuyler Bruner

What does he plants who plants a tree?
He plants a friend of sun and sky;
He plants the flag of breezes free;
The shaft of beauty, towering high;

He plants a home to heaven anigh
For song and mother-croon of bird
In hushed and happy twilight heard-
The treble of heavens harmony-

This things he plants who plants a tree.


When we plant a tree
We grow a wonderful family.
A tree like a flag
Breezes freely in the air.

It's beautiful, slender, high.

When we plant a tree
We plant a home in heaven.
Like a song, mother
Sings to her children.

Making harmony with  motherhood
And creating a better world,
When we plant a tree...

                                                         Neriman

That Time of Year


By: William Shakespeare

That time of year thou may'st in me behold
When yellow leaves, or none, or few do hang
Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,
Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.

In me thou see'st the twilight of such day
As after sunset fadeth in the west,
Which by and by black night doth take away,
Death's second half, that seals up all in rest:

In me thou see'st the glowing of such fire
That on the ashes of his youth doth lie,
As in death- bed whereon it must expire,
Consum'd with that which it was nourish'd by:

-This thou perceiv'st, which makes thy love more strong
To love that well which thou must leave ere long.

When the time comes for me
There should be dry leaves hanging on the tree
Bows are shaking in the wind,
Cold and empty choir.

You always see the best of me
Sun goes down in the west.
You see in me glowing fire,
This is my death bed
After I die.

Finally when I'm gone
I should be happy,
But my love remains forever..

                                                     Neriman

Friday, April 15, 2016

Sonnets



We are reading sonnets in the square by Brokaw theater.. It's been fun.. I really enjoy listening and reading them.

PH very dedicated person.. She encourages me.  I wish there were more people joining us listening and reading the sonnets..

I'm a student in Professor Homan's creative writing class. And I'm enjoy it very much..


                                                           Neriman

Sunday, April 10, 2016

About our Creator



I heard the wind blowing last night

Sound like it was talking to me.

Sounded like a scary thunder

Whole thing was very strange.

It keep blowing in the night

Kept me awake..

So I keep thinking

About our Creator,

How He made all this

Wonderful things in the world.

For those He loves...


                                                                     Neriman

Thursday, April 7, 2016

Dreamy Recipe


Once upon a summer midnight. There's a cool breeze outside.  But too hot to asleep inside the house. So Alice got up and walked to the back porch, sat down to cool off.

It was so nice to watch the twinkling stars. A little later Alice went in the house to get a glass of warm milk. Then she went out again.

This time she saw the big bright moon. Oh it was so big and pretty. She sat there on the porch  long time...
Watching the moon and stars.

Finally her eyes were getting heavy, she went inside to sleep. As soon as she fell asleep she started to dream.

In her dream she went to a market, walking around buying fruit and vegetables. Then she saw a few friends she knew..Alice stopped and talked to them. One of her friends told her a recipe. Then she woke up from her dream.

She didn't remember any of it. She kept thinking about her dream.. And she slowly began to remember the recipe.. Then she got a paper and pencil begin to write down the recipe. It was zucchini and egg casserole.

Then in the afternoon Alice prepared the recipe. And the whole family enjoyed the meal at dinner time...


                                                                  Neriman

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Sunday, April 3, 2016

Reading Shakespeare Sonnets



Today at four o'clock  my husband and I went to town. On the square joined P. Lou Ann Homan and read 5 sonnets from Shakespeare.  It was fun.. PH read 2, I read 2 and my husband read 1 sonnet.

Of course no body was there, except us three. It was cold and windy.  Than after we finished reading, we sat down  at the table by Suttons Deli and talk for a while. It was nice. We all had fun. I'm glad we came to listen to her.

I'm beginning to like Shakespeare , and understanding more now.

I hope in the future more people will come to listen.


                                                             Neriman

Saturday, April 2, 2016

Not in Vain




By Emily Dickinson:

If I can stop one heart from breaking,
I shall not live in vain:
If I can ease one life the aching,
Or cool one pain,
Or help one fainting robin
Unto his nest again,
I shall not live in vain.

This is my interpretation of her poem:

If I can help somebody
With  their problems
I will be happy...

If I can make somebody's
Life comfortable,
And ease their pain,

Or if I can help
little helpless creature,
Unto his feet again.

Then my life have meaning...

                                                                  Neriman