I am a fifteen year old animal lover. Cats are my favorite, although I like dogs and chickens as well. When I am not playing with and caring for my animals, I prefer to spend my time reading, reading, and reading some more…I also like to write. You can find my blog posts and essays in the topic “Ashley Grace’s Corner” on the right side of the home page. My poems are listed below.
My mom manages a cattle feed yard and likes to pontificate about cattle and the beef that they make. When my mom is out caring for her cattle, I take charge at home as I am more organized than my dad and my sisters. I hope that you enjoy my posts and eat lots of great tasting and healthy beef.
Thoughts from my trip to England—
Stonehenge: Whispers of the Past…
Footsteps travel through ancient hills
With precision and ceremony that induce chills
Watching the sun rise behind pillars of rock
Set there by magic that has been wrought
We now speculate with science and math
What went down on that old path
How did they life those tall pillars of glory
And what role did they play in England’s history?
Crossroads of the World
I’ve stood on the Equator in Kenya
With lions and rhinos and a hyena
In Greenwich the Prime Meridian was tamer
But not in the least bit lamer
Now I need to fly to the sea
And then float down prettily
To where the two lines meet
That’s the auspicious place I seek!
Stone steeples, bells rise to the sky
Go up in the tower to watch the world fly by
The windows are in beautiful stained glass
Bringing in colored light for Mass
Rich, dead people lie in tombs
Courtyards with flowers bursting in bloom
The Magna Carta is in Salisbury
While Thomas Beckett’s in Canterbury…
Love and Pollution
Love and Pollution; very different, right?
But think of these facts I shall bring to light
Both have burning, of passion and fossil fuels,
Which are dangerous, flammable tools.
Love, when done wrong, can be quite dirty
Like pollution itself to those in the spurning.
Yet we need the two,
For sparkling eyes and food.
Without pollution, we’d be in the dark
Though love could guide us with its bright burning spark.
Sure there’s ways to make energy without pollution
But that’s our way of life since the Industrial Revolution.
In short, love and pollution are alike
Burning, churning, love can make things all right
For a bit. Though still the world catches up
With pollution and all that bad stuff.
Flowing like a river
Flying like a dove
A song’s melody pours out
Like sunshine from heaven above
Along the horizon
Stretches brilliant artwork
Done by the fairies
That hide at dusk.
They paint and draw
With the sky as a canvas
New works every morning
Their beauty is endless.
They work all night
So we can enjoy
The beauty each morn
Of sunrises galore.
The dring of bells
The chorus of voices
The drone of the teacher, as well.
The sighing of students
The endless work
The detentions, the lectures
I think I’ll uncork.
The end of the day
The enormous relief
The possibilities are great that
We’ll go home and sleep.
Cats are cuddly,
Fun and cute…
They like to party,
And raise the roof!
Magnam might drool!
Laughing till the day is done.
Fun and laughter, oh a treat
Isn’t family so, so sweet!
DI: Destination Imagination
Creativity and Teamwork are the key
To suceeding in this brainiac spree…
You act and write and build your dreams
And you find out if you are as smart as it seems…
Fueled by Beef!
I run and jump as far as I can,
I lift off high and land in the sand…
I run hearing Mommy cheering for me
“Finish Strong!”, “Come on Ashley!”
Fueled by beef, I win the race
Hurray! I won 1st Place!
Oceans lapping at the shore
Wipe away all spoilt memoir
Back and forth,
The rising tide
In its depths
Fishy Foo Foo
Little fishy foo foo
You won’t be dinner
I promise you…
I don’t lie
I’ll tell you why
Just bite my fly!
A Patchwork Quilt
A patchwork quilt is like a story
of somebody’s life
It shows the thoughtfulness, joy, and strife
It has different colors and pieces of mind
A true patchwork quilt is hard to find
Flowers, flowers everywhere
A daisy chain in my hair
Butterflies flit to and fro
I try to catch them and