I'M EXCITED!!!!!

I'm EXCITED!
Can't really describe it 
One minute, 
Nervous
Next minute,
Flying on air

My chest is filled with a storm 
A lot more feeling than the norm
Trying to keep in form

But I'm EXCITED!

It's really difficult,
To keep my pencil straight
I feel like a horse,
ready to surge out of the gate

I'm EXCITED!

My heart is beating at a very high rate 
Starting to think,
what's happening is, something like Fate.

I know it won't be easy
What I'm about to do

But still,
I'm feel EXCITED!
It's a FABULOUS feeling
and I hope YOU'll feel it one day too!


Thank you! 
Rebekah Stokes
Author of BeKaH's Blog

THE LITTLE PUDDLE

This is a concrete poem. A concrete poem is a poem in the shape of something. My concrete poem is in the shape of a, rather lumpy, puddle :)Since you  probably won't be able to read the actual writing in the photo (above), I have provided the actual poem by itself below.  I hope you  like it!

THE LITTLE PUDDLE 

(I seem to write about rain and the consequences of rain, a LOT. Probably because I live in a rain forest in the Lower Mainland of British Columbia :0) 

Today the  clouds satisfy the little puddle, before, so very dry. With lots and lots of little drops from the top of the sky. They travel down in a straight descent and land safe and sound in the little puddle, on impact creating a little bubble. The wet pleases all ground around, and soon, the once dry stream runs. So all are happy, at least until the nasty sun comes and snatches all the little raindrops away. Leaving not a cloud in the sky, and all the little puddles dry and the ground's fertileness nowhere to be found, and there stream fast losing what it so quickly gained in the RAIN. But until then,

 the LITTLE PUDDLE 

Can be happy.

CRICKETS

Crickets making their melodies often switch to different keys.

Sometimes they sound like a potbellied man burping.

Sometimes like a blue bird calling.

Sometimes like a frog grumbling.

Sometimes like the sound of a running brook.

But most times the music they play is their own divine song that as people say, can only be described as...

The Cricket's Chirping.

Rebekah Stokes

Author of BeKaH's Blog

BOOK

Hi! Here's another Acrostic,  I hope you enjoy it! 

Bored as bored, as bored can be, sitting in an 

Oak tree, with nothing to do but stare at my toes,

Obediently trying to entertain me, how I long for the 

Knitted together words on paper, so crisp, which I turn with my fingertips, how I long for a BOOK.

Thank you!

Rebekah Stokes

Author of BeKaH's Blog

My Pets

 I am learning about Acrostic Poems this week. 

An acrostic poem looks like this-

An Acrostic Poem involves 

Carefree writing, no

Rhyming

Only make 

Sure each 

Time you start a new line 

It begins with the letters of your word

Certainly you would enjoy writing ACROSTIC Poems!

                                                ^

So it ends up looking like that |

Just thought I'd explain it first :)

Now sit back, relax and read about my all very different, and  all very interesting animals :)!

SUGAR

So susceptible 

Unaffected by most things

Getting food and cuddles is 

All he requires

Right at home in every lap, Sugar is always ready to take a nap! 

TAFFY

Totally unaware

Always getting into trouble (and mud)

Facing being left behind is her greatest 

Fear

Yep, that's our Taffy, and (though some of us may deny it) we all love her!

MOHAWK (MOE FOR SHORT) 

Making her way 

Over branch and under log

Happy to go where none have trod 

Acing every obstacle 

Worldly 

Keen for a hunt, however, is not above snuggling into a lap :)

Thank you!

Rebekah Stokes

Author of BeKaH's Blog