Monday, March 24, 2014

Monday, March 10, 2014

the Creativity Project :: March 2014 :: Furry Friends

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The Creativity Project is featuring furry friends this month. We have three furry friends at our house. 

Please visit the lovely 
Kris Albright of 
Her take on Fur Babies is sure to be delightful.

 After you take a moment to visit our circle this month, we would be thrilled if you would share a fur baby photo on our facebook wall.


 Thank you for joining us each month for the Creativity Project.

Tuesday, March 4, 2014

The Giving Tree by Shel Silverstein :: I Heart Faces :: Smile

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Photo Challenge Submission


Once there was a tree who loved a little boy.
And everyday the boy would come to play
Swinging from the branches, sleeping in the shade.
Laughing all the summer's hours away.
And so they love,
Oh, the tree was happy.
Oh, the tree was glad.

But soon the boy grew older and one day he came and said,
"Can you give me some money, tree, to buy something I've found?"
"I have no money," said the tree, "Just apples, twigs and leaves."
"But you can take my apples, boy, and sell them in the town."
And so he did and
Oh, the tree was happy.
Oh, the tree was glad.

But soon again the boy came back and he said to the tree,
"I'm now a man and I must have a house that's all my home."
"I can't give you a house" he said, "The forest is my house."
"But you may cut my branches off and build yourself a home"
And so he did.
Oh, the tree was happy.
Oh, the tree was glad.

And time went by and the boy came back with sadness in his eyes.
"My life has turned so cold," he says, "and I need sunny days."
"I've nothing but my trunk," he says, "But you can cut it down
And build yourself a boat and sail away."
And so he did and
Oh, the tree was happy.
Oh, the tree was glad.

And after years the boy came back, both of them were old.
"I really cannot help you if you ask for another gift."
"I'm nothing but an old stump now. I'm sorry but I've nothing more to give"
"I do not need very much now, just a quiet place to rest,"
The boy, he whispered, with a weary smile.
"Well", said the tree, "An old stump is still good for that."
"Come, boy", he said, "Sit down, sit down and rest a while."
And so he did and
Oh, the trees was happy.
Oh, the tree was glad.

Monday, March 3, 2014

You are my Wild by Maryann Cusimano

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You are my Wild
by Maryann Cusimano 
I am your parent; you are my child.
I am your quiet place, you are my wild.
I am your calm face, you are my giggle.
I am your wait, you are my wiggle.
I am your audience, you are my clown.
I am your London Bridge, you are my falling down.
I am your Carrot Sticks, you are my licorice.
I am your dandelion, you are my first wish.
I am your water wings, you are my deep.
I am your open arms, you are my running leap.
I am your way home, you are my new path.
I am your dry towel, you are my wet bath.
I am your dinner you are my chocolate cake.
I am your bedtime, you are my wide awake.
I am your finish line, you are my race.
I am your praying hands, you are my saving grace.
I am your favourite book, you are my new lines.
I am your nightlight, you are my sunshine.
I am your lullaby, you are my peek-a-boo.
I am your kiss goodnight, you are my I love you.