The Treasure Hunter

 Nancy sent me the words below that I forgot. No one at this place is speaking to others because of there fear.  So I would appreciate your messages or games. The television information does not chere me up at all.

Tell me the tales that to me were so dear
Long, long ago, long, long ago
Sing me the songs I delighted to hear
Long, long ago, long ago
Now you have come all my grief is removed
Let me forget for how long you have roved
Let me believe that you love as you loved
Long, long ago, long ago
Do you remember the path where we met
Long, long ago, long, long ago
Ah yes, you told me you ne’er forget
Long, long ago, long ago
Then, to all others, my smile you preferred
Love, when you spoke, gave a charm to each word
Still my heart treasures the praises I heard
Long, long ago, long ago

Sing me the songs I delighted to hear

Long, long ago, long ago.

Tell me the tales I remembered to read

Long long ago, long ago.

(I can’t remember the rest of this song.  Can any one fill me in, or better yet send me a new song?  I need help because all I hear these days is on the television and that is bad news.)

I have been waking up regularly every morning and sleeping well every night.

I am able to turn off the television when I don’t like what it says.

Although my cat resents my lack of attention to him he still hops up into my lap regularly.

I have ben receiving  large amounts of good food regularly every day and saved most of it for tomorrow

In my apartment my washing and drying machines are working. well and keeping me clothed and warm.

Since I have been told that I should no longer walk outside, I walk down the hall in my apartment several times a day.

I appreciate all messages from friends or enomies

Today my television has not reported the number of deaths in this country, but it has dome so every day previously.

Dear Friends and family members,

I have been writing regularly in order to let you know that I am still active.  Although I try to send pleasant and interesting messages I have unintentionally hurt some people’s feelings.  I regret that and will try to do better, but I am determined to continue to communicate.  If you are interested, please respond and suggest things for me to write about.  Although I do not have new material, I still have old stuff available and some of it may still be interesting.  I will value any suggestions you send me.  Thank you for responding.

P.S. Even my television is cranky.  It has refused to operate today, but I will keep trying.

Joanne

Today I  am posting somethings written at a much better time than today.  I hope that are new for some readers, or still pleasing those who red it back then.  Every peace below was written by a child I taught in grades 5-8.

 Once upon a time, not my time and not your time, but once upon a time the moon was all alone in the sky. Now directly down there was a be aver village. Now that was a problem. Each night the beavers wouldn’t have enough light. Finally the genius of the beaver tribe had a council meeting. He glued a match on a board. By accident one of the beavers struck the match and a ball of fire shot up in the air. The other beavers thought it was weird, but from that day on they called it “Strange”. But they forgot how to pronounce it and started to call it “Star.” One day a new beaver said, “Look at the stars.” So nowadays we call them stars. And so it was that from that night to this night the stars have been twinkling.

       First Poem, but I don’t have the name of the author

A-A-Amanda, lovely Amanda
You are the only one for me
When the r-r-rainbows come down from the sky
I will be waiting at the kitchen door

I can say the ABCs
But I can’t say all the vowels
I can look at a statue
but I can’t be one
I can have a birthday every year
But I can’t have a birthday every day

“Go take a bath and wash your feet”
My mother says to me
I go take a bath and wash my feet
And call to let her see
Go take a bath and wash your feet
She says again to me
I go take a bath and wash my feet
But this is killing me!

Grant Wood’s Paintings

I felt sad and mad when my teacher told us that people did not like Grant Wood’s paintings in the beginning. When Grant Wood died, people noticed his paintings were good. I think his paintings are good, too, but I think they need more color.

Little Billy Willy
Was eating some chili
Was eating some chili quite hot
Said he, “It doesn’t matter
How much I get fatter
I’m just a little person after all.

Dear Mrs. Bohlman,
Please excuse my daughter, Julie for not handing in her homework. You see my husband is a wizard and left his lab door open by mistake. My two year old son. Jimmy, got in and took my husband’s Disappearing Potion and sprinkled it all over Julie’s homework. So now who knows where it is?

Sorry.
Nancy Field

Little old fox, little old fox
Where have you been
Sorting my socks
Said the little old fox
That’s where I’ve been.

I love the sound of birds whistling
The feel of leaves
The taste of juice
The smell of bread
The sight of my mother
I love them all

Martin Luther King, Jr. had a dream.

We children have a dream,too

I have a dream that the the world would be peaceful and beautiful

and there wouldn’t be wars any more.

I have a dream that all people that are homeless would have a home

I have a dream that the crops will grow strong so there will be no starvation

I have a dream that all countries could be friends

I have a dream that when a child’s mother or dad dies instead of being shifted around you could pick your own new mom or dad from some people who like you

I have a dream that the U.S. would put a space station in space.

Cookies
I like them
Ask me why
Because they are sweet
Because they are good to eat
Because they can be soft or crunchy
Because they are also munchy.
Because they are a wonderful treat
Because, Because, Because.
That’s why I like cookies

 My Favorite Book

“The Very Busy Spider” is my favorite book. Animals ask the spider if they can play with him. But he doesn’t hear them. He’s too busy making his web.