My People

I’m standing here outside my door,

Looking at the distant shore.

The great waves that come crashing down,

Melt slowly back without a sound.

Glancing back, I see my village,

Which other tribes may pick and pillage.

With tall trees shading most the ground,

No one is just standing ‘round

Turning again, there's something new,

A small black speck engulfed in blue.

Slowly, steadily, closer it gets,

Now I see, that it’s a ship.

A pang of fear grips me fast,

As I gaze up at the mast.

The shining cannon at the stern,

Is enough to make me churn.

And the men who man the sail,

With hair and faces fair and pale.

They came and ran us off our land,

Just as if we’re made of sand.

What I thought would last forever,

Ended up smashed and scattered.

The hope and pride we called our own,

Is now a strange new peoples home.

My people then were poor and weak,

And most the world, would turn their cheek.

And now as time goes passing by,

My people slowly start to rise.

Amidst the ever changing tides,

We've conformed to newer times.

And so the point of this you see,

We never know what is to be.

And the things we think will last,

End up forgotten in the past.

~Rebekah Plummer~

I wrote this when I was at a writing camp, and we were told to write a poem about something we are passionate about. I love learning about native Americans, and I think what European Americans did to them was awful, but that isn't really the point of the poem.

I wrote it from a native's perspective, of what I think they would have felt, and thought; and at the end its just talking about that you never know if what you think is always going to be there, that it could be gone the next day, and you never expect it.

I hope you enjoy this!

Till next time!

At The Beginning

We were strangers, starting out on a journey

Never dreaming, what we’d have to go through

Now here we are, I’m suddenly standing

At the beginning with you

No one told me, I was going to find you

Unexpected, what you did to my heart

When I lost hope, you were there to remind me

This is the start

And life is a road that I wanna keep going

Love is a river, I wanna keep flowing

Life is a road, now and forever, wonderful journey

I’ll be there when the world stops turning

I’ll be there when the storm is through

In the end I wanna be standing

At the beginning with you

we were strangers, on a crazy adventure

Never dreaming, how our dreams would come true

Now here we stand, unafraid of the future

At the beginning with you

And life is a road that I wanna keep going

Love is a river, I wanna keep flowing

Life is a road, now and forever, wonderful journey

I’ll be there when the world stops turning

I’ll be there when the storm is through

In the end I wanna be standing

At the beginning with you

Knew there was somebody, somewhere

A new love in the dark

Now I know my dream will live on

I’ve been waiting so long

Nothing’s gonna tear us apart

And life is a road that I wanna keep going

Love is a river, I wanna keep flowing

Life is a road, now and forever, wonderful journey

I’ll be there when the world stops turning

I’ll be there when the storm is through

In the end I wanna be standing

At the beginning with you

This is the song that plays during the credits of Anastasia, which is a very sweet movie in my opinion. It pretty much speaks for itself, although if you can t read between the lines, its talking about Anastasia and Dmitri.....I don't really know what else to say other than the last verse doesn't make a whole lot of sense. 

Please, please, please let me know if you have any suggestions for books I should read.

Till next time!!

America, the beautiful

O beautiful for spacious skies,

For amber waves of grain,

For purple mountain majesties

Above the fruited plain!

America! America! God shed His grace on thee,

And crown thy good with brotherhood

From sea to shining sea!

O beautiful for pilgrim feet,

Whose stern impassioned stress

A thoroughfare for freedom beat

Across the wilderness!

America! America! God mend thine every flaw,

Confirm thy soul in self-control,

Thy liberty in law!

O beautiful for heroes proved In liberating strife,

Who more than self their country loved,

And mercy more than life!

America! America! May God thy gold refine

Till all success be nobleness,

And every gain divine!

O Beautiful for patriot dream

That sees beyond the years

Thine alabaster cities gleam,

Undimmed by human tears!

America! America! God shed His grace on thee,

And crown thy good with brotherhood

From sea to shining sea!

~Kathrine Lee Bates~

     This Is one of my favorite songs, it can pretty much bring me to tears. I know your probably thinking, "This isn't poetry," but let me tell you; Music is the most power, and beautiful form of poetry ever, it might not always seem like it, but it follows a rhythm, just like normal poetry, and I would go so far as to say Its better. I have great respect for anyone who can write a poem, and music, and then put them together. I will probably be putting more music out along with the other things.

A Book

There is no frigate like a book

To take us lands away,

Nor any coursers like a page

Of prancing poetry.

This traverse may the poorest take

Without oppress of toll;

How frugal is the chariot

That bears a human soul 

~Emily Dickinson~



This poem is rather cool, I don't really get the last two lines, but I like the rest of it a lot.

Wishing

Here is another one of my poems, I hope you like it. I wrote it after walking on the Konza Prairie close to Manhattan, Kansas so if you are ever in that area I suggest going, because It's beautiful. Also I think everyone should see what the prairie looks like just because its so cool.
                     
                         

                                                   There's something about the wide open prairie, 

That makes me wish, I was a small fairy.  

Who could fly far away, way back in time,

All the way back, to my land in its prime.

Land filled with bison, bald eagles, and foxes,

Jack rabbits, chipmunks, and killer hawkses.

Wolves would cry out, to the full moon,

Knowing the night, would be over soon.

Planes stretching out, far as one could see,

Now dotted with houses, from shining sea to sea.

Many were there, who called it their home,

That wonderful place, where buffalo roam.

Men out in the field, working hard all the day,

With the deer and the antelope, who love to play.

Now into the houses, where women and girls,

Scrub everything hard, till they’re shining like pearls.

And back to the future, to see what it holds,

A whole lot of people, the young and the old.

I go on with my life, with its silly inventions,

Wishing way back, to a warm log house kitchen.

~Rebekah Plummer~

The Lost Prince

     This book was written by Frances Hodgson Burnett

     It follows Marco, who is the son of a poor, but respected man currently living in the poor side of London and the Rat, who is a street urchin, and cant walk as they meet and become friends. The Rat loves anything that has to do with war, and he has trained a group of boys called the squad to march in formation, and such. Shortly after the two meet, the squad decides to play a game where they are revolutionaries and are trying to fight to regain Samavia, which at this point is a focal point in the newspapers.
     After the Rat's father dies, Marco's father takes him in, and starts giving him the training that Marco has had his whole life. Then through a series of various events, they are called upon by Marco's Father to go on a journey around Europe to "light the lamp" for a coming revolution of Samavia, which is the home country of Marco and his father. The journey is a dangerous one, and if they are found out, they could be killed.
     They finish their job, and when they come back, they find that Marco's father has already left for Samavia, and they are to await summons from him, for them and their servant Lazarus.

     I must say that I really enjoyed this book, and found myself loving Marco's father as much as he and the Rat did, and getting almost as excited about the story of the lost prince as the squad.
     I would say that as soon as you can read, you would enjoy this book, it would also be a good one to read to your kids when they are little.

An Empty Page

An empty page lies before me,
Waiting, waiting to be told,
Words worth more than silver or gold

An empty page lies before me,
A fountain pen is in my hand,
A jar of ink is on its stand.

An empty page lies before me,
I'm sitting in a straight backed chair,
Trying hard not to mess with my hair.

An empty page lies before me,
The kettle on the stove is singing,
And cold air on my nose is stinging.

An empty page lies before me,
Only when embers begin to glow,
Will words from my pen begin to flow.


~Rebekah Plummer~

Poetry Too!!!

Hello everyone,
     I am now going to be posting poetry, that I write, and read, as well as the books that I read. As I am a fairly new writer, I would love for you to give me feedback on my Posts, and Poetry.

     Also, feel free to give me ideas on what to read next, and also topics that I could write about, as              sometimes that is the hardest part about writing poetry.
       Thanks a lot

Wildwood Dancing

     This book is by Juliet Marillier, and is set in Transylvania, Romania, so some of the names are a little hard to pronounce
   
     Tatiana, Jenica, Iulia, Paula, and Stela are sisters, who have a secret, a wonderful secret that comes every full moon. A magical portal appears, that only when all five sisters make a shadow on the wall and speak their names in order of age, will it open. Through the portal they go, and dance all night with various creatures of the wildwood.
   
     They are happy, but not for long, for their father is sick, and has to go away, and while he is away, the girl's guardian and uncle dies in a hunting accident. Jena is supposed to be in charge of the household and business expenses, but their cousin, Cezar was slowly working his way into control of their home.
   
     When they were children, Jena, Cezar and his older brother Costi were playing in a forbidden part of the forest, and were granted magical wishes is exchange for something of value to them. Right after, Jena nearly drowns, and Costi ends up drowning while saving her. Since that day, Cezar has wanted to destroy the wildwood and grows more bitter every day.
   
     Meanwhile, Her sister Tati, falls in love with Sorrow, who is of the other world, and grows sick when she is away from him. Jena's only comfort is her pet frog Gogu, who shares her pocket, shoulder, and pillow, as well as her thoughts.

     This was a very well written book, with many twists and turns that makes it hard to put down. The author did a very good job of mixing fairy tales together along with Romanian folklore.

Fahrenheit 451

This book was written by Ray Bradbury

Guy Montag is a Fireman......not the kind that puts out fires, but the kind that lights things on fire.....books mainly. He makes friends with a young girl, who can see the beauty in things around her, and a professor, who knows about history about the world. As he learns more, Guy starts to wonder if what he has been taught all his life is actually true.

This book is one of the best I have ever read. It is so close to describing the world as it is today that it's a little scary. I would say that 14 would be a good age to read this book, because if you aren't old enough to understand the state of our society and country, this book wont really have an impact on you.

The Last Confederate

This is the eighth book in the series "The House of Winslow" by Gilbert Morris

A young Northerner, Thad Novak, makes his way to the winslow plantation and is taken on as a hired hand. What caused him to specifically search out the Winslows? Should the young Northerner be trusted? And with young ladies in the home, what are his actual motives? While the Nation totters on the brink of war, both Thad Novak and the Winslows face conscription into fighting for a cause they don't support, and directly against Winslow relatives from the North!

This is, yet again, another great historical fiction book that will captivate your attention quickly, so far I have enjoyed all of "The House of Winslow" series, and I'm looking forward to the rest of them.
I'd say that 13 is a good age to read this book.

The Reluctant Bridegroom

This is the seventh book in the series "The House of Winslow" by Gilbert Morris.

Sky Winslow, the son of Christmas and Dove Winslow, agrees to return East and bring back a wagon of brides to the men in Oregon City. As experienced as he is on the trail, the past hurts of an unfaithful wife and a twelve-year-old son who truly needs a mothers love, make Sky an unlikely person for such an assignment. On the long trip from New York to Oregon, two of the women who join the wagon train will make their impact. Rebekah Jackson, in the hope of finding a new start, is leaving a broken past. Rita Duvall is a dance hall girl who knows the way to break down a mans defenses, even when at their strongest. 

This is a great book and I enjoyed it thoroughly. I personally think that 13 is a good minimum age for this book.   

Unstoppable: Nowhere to Run

This is one of the newest books in the series "The 39 Clues" which is written by authors; Rick Riordan, Gordon Korman, Peter Lerangis, Jude Watson, Patrick Carman, Linda Sue Park, Margaret Peterson Haddix, Roland Smith, David Baldacci, Jeff Hirsch, and Natalie Standiford. 

This book starts with Dan and Amy Cahill at the funeral of their lawyer, when its over, they are attacked and escape getting buried alive. Through a turn of several events, they end up in Ireland trying to crack yet another code. Will they make it by themselves or will they need to call for help?

I love this series, I have read all of them and they never cease to keep me on my toes. I would say that eight is a good age to read these books. 

The Gentle Rebel

This is the fourth book in the series "The House of Winslow" by Gilbert Morris, and is so far my favorite.

Julie Sampson has an uncle who pays her too much attention. She decided to disguise herself as a boy and find work somewhere else. While in Boston, she gets saved from freezing to death by Nathan Winslow who is there with his brother to learn about the family fur trading business. Through a turn of several events, Nathan and Laddie (Julie) end up in the Continental Army serving under General George Washington.
How much longer can Julie keep her secret?

As I said, this is so far my favorite in the series, Julie is a very brave young girl who did what not many girls would have done. I think its vaguely based off of Debora Sampson, and other like her who risked everything to help fight for their country. I would say that thirteen is a good age to read this book.
I hope you enjoy.