Walking the Highway

Here is the song that Mouse wrote (in the most recent post), performed by Mouse and her good friend in her bedroom:

Poems and Songs by Mouse

Baby

A baby is joy and laughter
all concealed in one small
bundle of soft baby skin.

It is the beginning of a life,
the beginning of many
birthdays (and cake) yet to come.

Someday, they will become our senators and our priests, our deacons
and our presidents.

And someday, maybe, they will grow up
and become mothers and fathers
to another
baby.

Even in the most hard-hearted
mothers and fathers, babies are able
to weave a thread of everlasting
love,
in a parent’s heart. And eventually, the thread will weave itself
into a blanket of love. So many people wear that blanket, and the ones who do
usually give the baby
a blanket back.

Some Songs

Walking the Highway

Walking the highway,
on a rai – ai- ai – ny day,
umbrella in hand,
with me feeling sad,
walking the highway.

Splashing in puddles,
feeling all in a muddle,
you’re feeling so grand,
I’m feeling so sad,
why can’t we switch for a while?
You’ve got tons of fans that I haven’t,
you’ve got the better friends, too,
so maybe it’s time to establish
something entirely new!

Maybe it’s true
maybe they deserted you
while you were walking the highway
but don’t let that get you down, girl,
‘cause now I’m here in this town, girl,
the two of us, the two of us, two of us, two of us, two of us, two of usssss! Walking the highhhwayyy!

Rock and Roll

I’m getting higher above
the earth below
as I’m flying, flying, flying,
towards Albany’s home.

I’m gonna see the sights,
gonna rock and roll,
when I’m at – at – at – at
Albany’s home! Oh yeah, oh yeah, Albany’s home, oh yeah, oh yeah, Albany’s home…gonna rock and roll! Gonna rock and roll! Gonna rock and roll! Gonna rock and roll!

River, river

River, river, flowing, sparkling in the water towards the sea.
In the water swim the fish,
they get faster every swish;
the birds are gliding in the sky,
then I see the frogs hop by!
Then on the flowers are the butterflies,
then comes night, the owl comes out
hunting for mice and hunting for trout.

Then comes morning, birds come singing,
let it happen over again.

Why Don’t You Come Home

No one here with me to hold my hand
it’s almost too much to withstand.
Oh my sweet baby, why don’t you come home,
why do you have to go out and roam
beyond the valleys, beyond the trees?
Oh my sweet baby,
come back to me.

Losing You

It’s a loss and I can’t even bear it
it’s a sadness seeping to my bone;
to get it away, I just can’t scare it,
so let’s just say I’m done!

It’s just something I can’t admit
because it has just begun
my heart is everything but moonlit;
my soul just feels so barren;
He was so full of humor…
why, why did he have to die?
Why did he have to die?

Why did he have to die?

Why did he have to die?

Bear's Poems

Ice Cream

I like
eating ice cream
on a hot summer day.

The fantastic, refreshing cold
like ice.

Haiku

The good banana
delicious to be eaten
banana goodness.

The Grocery List

Cheese, cheetah chews,
apples and apricots,
cool canned carrots,
grand granola,
for free.

Tipping

The bucket is tipping
l
e
t
t           that water is
I                                   po
n                                       ur
g the water out then           ing

out
of
the
buck-
et
and

            onto the floor.

Poems by Jubilee Girl

(Seven-year-old Jubilee Girl has been working on writing poetry, with the goal of creating a book.)

The Apple Tree

A tree wiggles an apple—

The apple wiggles
and wiggles and it falls.

Crunch!

The Sea

The water splashes.

The waves swish.

But she swims

faster….

The sea is fun!

The Whale

Splatsh!

The whale…

Splatsh!

Oh the whale…

Splatsh!

Plop! Splooth!

Spray

Wish Star

Oh wish star oh wish star.

I will tell you my wish,
but keep it a secret—
oh I forgot!

Brothers and Sisters

She did it!

No fair!

You guys stop!!

Rrrrr….

He hit me!!!

nooooooooooooooooo

(sorry and sorry)

M's flower poems

M wrote a series of poems about flowers to pass the time in the car during our recent camping trip:

Violets

Violets sing

impress me

more than i've ever seen before

for someone I know croaks like a toad,

so sing to me violets.

Roses

Roses are nice,

as nice as spice.

I have a patch in my yard.

give me a rose. I like them all.

Roses are

nice.

Fire

Oh there can

be campfire,

and there can be

bonfire.

but the one I hate

the most is the wild

fire oh-no here

it comes.

Irises

Irises are very nice.

they have petal mazes and

pretty faces. there green

necks are long and slick

to a mouse it is as tall

as a bulding. just thinner.

Irises are very nice.

Geranium

I know that...

Geraniums are red and pink,

but what about green?

do they come in that color?

in africa? france? well I'm of

to check on my

green geranium.

Sun you are more brave than you think!

It has been raining here quite a bit -- the older kids were out playing in the pouring rain earlier. After they came in and changed into dry clothes, M made a sign, which she stuck on the upstairs window, facing outside. It said:

Sun ceep struggling!

Please! Please! Please!

And then, inside a picture of the sun (a circle with inverted triangles for rays):

Sun you are more brave than you think!

And below that:

The sun rocks! Sun please come!

Stories by the kids

Well, Day #5 of the kids' spring break saw me break down and invite over some of their friends -- four of them, to be exact -- for a morning playdate followed by lunch. I must have been insane. Other than a tremendous mess, however, things went off fairly well. J is very persistent in demanding playdates these days, so it made her happy to have three other girls to play with for the morning. (B got to play with the visiting girls' brother.)

No pictures of that, sadly; I was too busy fending off the chaos. However, later in the day the kids sat down at the computer to write stories. Here they are, in order from youngest to oldest.

J's story
(dictated to S):

There was a girl named Leah.

She loved to dance in a beautiful dancing dress.

And she had a baby named Dinda.

She used to sing her a song: Dinda, O Dinda.

And she wishes that she was a fairy.

THE END

M's story

(M and her friends at school have an "Ant Club" that has been the subject of more than one story):

Ant should be a famous word! There is no reason to harm them. I am writing this because I, Maria Francesca am in the Ant club. Being in the Ant club is LOTS of work. It require,s…(Un) Tag, and ,,HELPING ants.(Can You believe it!) Maybe you will Become a ant lover someday.

B's story

(It is worth noting here that B just saw Star Wars for the first time last weekend, and he is totally enthralled. "It's kind of like Star Wars," he says of his story.):

Get in ships! Get in ships! Get ready to attack! The sirens flared. John got in his cruiser. H1…here H2…we’re ready to attack. Go! John’s engine roared then he saw it. He fired! It hit the beamer off track. Then he used super laser! Then the beamer blew up. But he kept on going. He was going to meet his master chow on Ung. The star\planet. Then they would practice Ick with Yoan (sounds like yone) a Yoan looks like this when expanded:

NO! YES!

When he landed on Ung he didn’t see chow. Then he used the Aban to find him when he got there he saw a bad guy then John expanded his Yoan and him. After he noticed it was the guy that tried to attack Ityl (it-ee-l) the planet he lived on now.

THE END