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.