here is my first one:

here is my second:

here’s the first one again, both sides this time:

and here’s my third one:

PLT

yesterday is but a dream, and tomorrow is only a vision, but today well lived makes every yesterday a dream of happiness and every tomorrow a vision of hope

Here’s what I wrote yesterday:

dreams come from the heart

but dreams are of yesterday

reality faces us today

but cam be dreamed through

visions are in tomorrow

but they can become today

or a dream yesterday

PTL

pastel people:

painted lady:

soccer guy:

island girl:

And many more. ptl

meece, mice are not that nice

meece, mice are not that nice

their tails are long

their whiskers too

they have tiny teeth that nible and chew

many things they aren’t supposed to

meece, mice are not that nice

meece mice are not that nice

they have little paws that go pitter and patter

i’d rather not go to see the matter

now you can see too

why meece mice are not that nice

 PTL

MJ

remember something

some sweet memory

maybe it’s important

maybe it’s not

I think I might remember

remember that sweet memory

my memory…

I danced under the stars

the twinkleling, shining stars

a moon too

 a big, glowing moon

I forgot my cares and worries

worries can wait… dancing is better

I dances in the grass

the soft, sweet dewy grass

I twireled

The singing trees twirled with me

the trees sang me music

 sweet music

music only I could hear

and understand

they told me they’re deepest secrets too…

I danced fast then   slow    so  slow

I layed down in the grass

the sweet smelling grass

and I opened my eyes

a bird was chirping outside my window

waaaa-keee waaaa-keee waaaa-keee…

sweet grass

PTL

I did this on a piece of scrap wood I got in the basement. Those black marks on the hymnal page are nails. (Don’t worry, they’re nailed in all the way.) The picture is of my grandpa and great aunt. They are a bit older now. I used an ink pad to dye the wood that way. And I used oil pastels for the writing. Oh, I also used the ink pad on the background picture.

What Kind of Cookie Are You?

I was going to do the crayon quiz (I saw it at hidden art’s blog), but liked this one better .

A girl was sleeping peacefully on a small, reed mat. Suddenly she opened her brown eyes. The sun was just rising. She jumped up off the mat, combed her hair with her fingers, snatched a bucket up and walked out the tent flap. She looked around to see who else was up. Seeing no one, she started walking at a quick pace, glancing around her. She spotted a boy. He had a bucket too. She smiled and waved at him. He smiled and waved back. He fell into step beside her. They both where going to the same place. The girl glanced at the boy, the boy back. They started running, slowly at first, but steadily they grew faster and faster. The buckets were swinging wildly in their hands, hitting the air and their legs. They turned a corner and saw their destination. The girl tried to go faster. The boy tried too. They were both breathing hard, but neither was willing to let up. They were close to the finish line. They made it and stumbled to a stop. They looked at each other, faces red, breathing hard. Then they looked down at the well.  “I won.” said the boy. The girl looked at him and said, “Almost.” Then she took her bucket and drew some water from the well. She looked up at the boy one more time, smiled and walked back to her camp.