she was standing there

She Was Standing There

She was standing there,

Her eyes glistening like the sun reflecting off a mountain lake.

She had hair as dark as the night.

Her lips were a deep crimson hue,

So magnificently beautiful like a rainbow across the sky.

But alas, it was only a dream

That someday might come true.

By Kory Hoopes, 3^rd grade Hmm, do you think that dream came true?

milking cows

Milking Cows

I milk the cows,

Both day and night.

They really give me,

Quite a fright.

By Jaremy Hoopes, I think he was about 16 years old. His English teacher was not particularly impressed.

What I think too

All I Really Need to Know I Learned in Kindergarten

By Robert Fulghum

Share everything. Play fair. Don’t hit people. Put things back where you found them. Clean up your own mess. Don’t take things that aren’t yours. Say you’re sorry when you hurt someone. Wash your hands before you eat. FLUSH!!…Live a balanced life—learn some and think some and draw and paint and sing and dance and play and work everyday some…Be aware of wonder. Remember no matter how old you are when you go out into the world, it is best to hold hands and stick together.

My mantra

The Unknown Poet

One night I had a marvelous

Dream of flying way up high in

The sky.

I’d fly with the birds up to

The clouds and hear a magical

Tale from the fairies that

Live there.

Then ever so gently we’d all

Begin to sing as the stars

Would fall into place.

How ravishing it would really

Be to fly up high in the sky.

To sleep in a satiny, fluffy,

Marshmallow cloud,

Where the moon is your night-light

And the wind your lullaby.

I found this in my kid’s old school work collection with no name. Do any of you claim it?

My Love for You

My Love for You

My love for you

Is deep as the sea,

As light as a sun on a

Summer day.

But your love for me

As far as I can see,

Is all the world and

It’s beauty.

Kory Hoopes, 3^rd grade (included was this “to my mother when she’s down and blue or when she has the flu.)

Ocean Arms

Haiku

Ocean Arms

Ocean arms reach for

The shore, cling to the sand but,

Always letting go.

Chelsea Hoopes, (Now Chelsea Goff)

illumination

What life can compare to this? Sitting quietly by the window, I watch the leaves fall, and the flowers bloom, as the seasons come and go. (Hsueh-Tou, 982-1052)

I am

I am made of hope.

New Blog

This is my new blog. I really messed up my other one so I am trying again.. I am not even sure that I am actually a blogger. I like to talk with people though. I wish blogging was more like sitting on the front porch in the evening chatting with friends.