HEIDI

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HEIDI
Dana

Heidi was a chocolate Lab and her eyes were green. Her tail had barely any hair on it, her sides had barely any hair on them. This was when she was older.
We got her when I was just a little baby (I’m 8 1/2 now) and we had her almost eight years. My dad got her from a day care center. I’m not sure why she was left the day care center, but I think the kids were roughhousing with her. Her real owner fed her nothing but table scraps. They never gave her one little bit of dog food. We always gave her dog food but sometimes we gave her a little bacon. Other times she would eat our cat’s food.
She always followed my mom wherever she went. She never bit me, I never pulled her tail or ears, and I was never afraid of her.
When Heidi was a little puppy she liked to play ball a whole lot.
Heidi was thirteen years old when we had to put her to sleep. She wouldn’t get up, she kept on throwing up and she wouldn’t eat, and that’s when we knew we had to take her to the vet. She stayed overnight there, and she kept on throwing up in the night.
My mom was terrified when the vet said Heidi had to be put to sleep, so my grandma drove her to the vet. My mom cried the whole way there.
I felt sad when she was put to sleep and I miss her a whole lot.

ADDITIONAL READING:

THE ICE CREAM MAN

TO MATTIE

IMAGINATIVE, ORIGINAL, PURE, PROFOUND POEMS by CHILDREN

RAINBOW’S END Part 1

MUSTANG SALLY’S GUIDE TO WORLD BICYCLE TOURING

MOONSTONE RHYMES

SHALIMAR

MOTHER-NEWBORN DAUGHTER STRUGGLE

LET MIND GIVE WAY TO HEART

SHOULD I REVEAL OR BURY THE FAMILY SECRET?

I BELIEVE GOD INVENTED DANCING

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I BELIEVE GOD INVENTED DANCING

FAYE ADAMS

I Believe God Invented Dancing

Why should I think this way?
Have you watched tall grass sway;
have you ever noticed leaves
merrily respond to the breeze;
 
considered robin’s “bob and run”
as he

JASMINE & JEWEL — A DOVE STORY Part 2

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JASMINE & JEWEL — A DOVE STORY Part 2
JEWEL (Little J) (2)
Kathleen

To read JASMINE & JEWEL — A DOVE STORY in two parts: JASMINE (Jazzie) (1), click on   JASMINE & JEWEL — A DOVE STORY Part 1  

Little J, my Jewel, was smaller, fragile
yet alert; she toddled in the dirt and tried to fly.
Weaker, for reasons

JASMINE & JEWEL — A DOVE STORY Part 1

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JASMINE & JEWEL — A DOVE STORY   Part 1
JASMINE (Jazzie) (1)
Kathleen

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Two baby doves became very special loves
when they were born on my porch flower planter.
Sitting next to them in my Adirondack chair
we had many

I HAVE A PERMIT TO CARRY…

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Mustang Sally

 

 

Why, you will ask, would I need to carry a weapon? 

 

Well, my mind is going a bit and I don’t exactly remember. There was a time when home invasions seemed threatening. However if you produce the “Permit” as picture identification, people

OF FIREFLIES AND LIGHTNING BUGS

—written by Jordan using information from a Tribune-Review newspaper article, NightLights (July 23, 2007).

During the summer I like to have sleepovers with my friends. We like to stay up all night and watch movies, eat popcorn—and catch lightning bugs.

We catch the bugs with our hands. It’s safe to catch them in our hands because

THE TIME IS NOW…

At one of the initial meetings of the Beanery Writers Group, the prompt “THE TIME IS NOW,” was used. Below are the results from that exercise.

Pat wrote: The time is now to start writing. With that first burst of cool air, my energy returns in full. No excuses. Clean out those files. Discard useless clutter. Organize those delicate clips in a scrapbook. Start rewriting and sending out to different magazines. No more diversions–coffee breaks, pencil sharpening, petting the cat, scrubbing the floor. Sit in that chair and write, now!

Regina wrote: Hello. I needed a few moments to catch my muse and I thought this prompt

SHALIMAR

—written by Kathleen

Shalimar, exotic cat
shadow of her past
darkly mysterious
independent
proud
watches me with topaz eyes,
regally surveying

CHEST WADERS (and “Fishmas Eve”)

—written by Bernadette Myers

Locals call it “Fishmas Eve.” You know. That “holiday” celebrated by fishermen in the Ligonier Valley. I adapted a popular Christmas tale, “Twas the Night Before…Fishmas,” when nothing is stirring, not even a snake…when fishermen all travel with no fear…and camp among creatures, stirring, even