Remember

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Why can it be so hard to remember things?

Who do I always forget to be?

Why is it that I can remember the big important events

but not the fine details that shaped me?

I can see it ever so clear in my mind

the details in the memory are so clean and pure

but why is it that I feel that pang

like I should have remembered something more?

Good memories remembered give me hope

hope to move on to the next day

that happiness that drove me

From the memory of yesterday

-Marie Walters, March 2018

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The Darkness amidst us

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Life is of massive dark skies

underneath which cannons blow

swords clang and arrows fly

Chains abound your scornful wrists

imprisoned in the lurking mist

Power comes from want and greed

and those who want it

do not stop until they succeed

Betrayal in a gruesome way

all of life has seemed to decay

And the wailing fills the listening ears

but they dread what they come to hear

for it may just become their worst fear

When they come to find it inside themselves

 

– Marie Walters, 2018

Icicles

Where there once was grass
There is now snow

Puddles from the rain
But frozen to ice

And where there once were leaves
There are now icicles

They hang from the roof, the cars, the trees

Glittering in mix with the snow

And when the sun peeks out
They dazzle like jewels

They are the gems of the winter

If you listen past the whistling wind
you can hear them chiming in tune

They are like birds
but softly speaking
Softly glowing
Softly swaying

The icicles.

-Marie Walters, 2018

No Summit out of Sight

Cover of book No Summit Out of Sight by Jordan Romero

Review by 3344marigold

Jordan Romero was inspired by the mural on the wall of his school of the seven summits, and set a goal to climb them from that day. He researched the mountains and recorded their elevations and weather conditions. But he couldn’t have done it without his dad, stepmom, friends, and sponsors.

When Jordan first told his dad, he was very surprised and even a little doubtful. But Paul and Karen turned out to be Jordan’s biggest supporters. And their confidence gained every step, and every mountain that they summitted. It started with Africa’s Mount Kilimanjaro, and continued to Vinson, in Antarctica.

Sometimes Jordan felt like giving up. The weather beat at him, the aching, the altitude sickness, and the dangers. But he kept reminding himself of what his friend Samuel had told him on Kilimanjaro. “The mountain wants you to climb it.” So Jordan perservered and did it. He now travels all over the United States and made his next goal to inspire other kids to find their own Everest.

No Summit out of Sight is a true and very intriguing story about Jordan Romero and his adventure. I like how the book is divided up into sections of each mountain he climbed, and how there are so many details to the book that make me feel like I am living it with him. The book was never boring or dragging. I recommend for all readers, and 5/5 stars!

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For Kalie

 

Softly, gently tugging me forward

through the glossy waters silver and blue

she appears to me and seems to whisper

“come with me”

 

All is calm and the crickets chirp

the moon casts her pale light

shining and reflecting a small girl

who whispers

“come with me”

 

The current takes me through the river

until we approach a waterfall

I hold back unsure until I hear her gentle whisper

“come with me”

 

The waterfall is smooth and graceful

and we end up in a bright moonpool

with which the girl glides through

and turns back saying

“come with me”

 

By and by the river leads to an ocean

where the mist is settled for the night

with one last glance at the sturdy forest

current whispers

“come with me”

 

-Marie Walters, December 2017

 

Pennsylvania Storm

Grandpa said the storms would go north,

but mother nature is always changing.

 

I saw the flashes of heat lightning

and quiet thunder rolls

A bolt lit up the whole sky

and the wind kicked up unbelievably fast

 

The tall, strong trees swayed

but they did not give in.

 

The breeze whistled eerily

as darkness settled.

The woods pressed in around me

but I did not choke

and I was not afraid of what was lurking in the pitch black.

 

Within seconds it started to drip

then pour

and the cozy wood fire staggered out

 

Thunder crashed

Lightning flashed so bright, that it seemed like day for a split second

The forest was watered down

the storm was in

One of the most beautiful things nature can produce

may appear so evil

But yet so becoming to the senses

Like a prayer being answered

A memory being remembered

 

Then I cannot do anything

but sit still and listen

to the wind and the rain.

And content myself with a Pennsylvania storm.

Marie Walters, August 2017

 

The Arabian Nights

Review by 3344marigold

First of all, this is a very old collection of tales. I borrowed it from my grandmother to read, (copyright 1924) but even that’s not how old it is. These stories have been passed down for generations and generations, I can’t trace it that far back!

Also known as “Tales of a thousand nights and one night,” it is immediately considered a classic for a range ages. I have read it many times, and each time liked it more. Most of the stories are around 20 pages long, but it depends on what version you own/ get from the library.

It is a fantastic read! The stories draw you in until you just can’t stop, I can’t give this book enough praise. Some words may need looking up, but it is very comprehensible overall. Not much mature content, and some offensive language may be used, but it is mostly things that no one says anymore anyway.

I didn’t write summaries for all of the stories, but here are a few of my favorites:

THE STORY OF ALI BABA AND THE FORTY THEIVES

In a Persian town there lived two brothers, Cassim and Ali Baba. Cassim and his wife were quite rich, but Ali Baba and his wife had little money. Ali Baba cut wood and sold it for a living. One day while out in the forest he saw a company of robbers on horseback riding rapidly towards him. He quickly climbed a tree and hid, then witnessed them opening a secret cave under the tree he was in with the magic words “Open, Sesame.” Ali Baba guessed that they were putting stolen gold and silver in the cave. When they had finished and ridden away, Ali Baba opened the cave and discovered the treasure. He took handfuls back to his wife, and they asked Cassim to borrow a measure. Cassim and his wife figured out that Ali Baba somehow has come by a large amount of gold. He saw his brother about this, and Ali Baba told  him about the cave. Overcome with greed, Cassim went to the cave and grabbed the gold. But in his rush he had forgotten the magic words, so instead he said “Open, Barley.” He couldn’t get out!

THE MERCHANT AND THE GENIE

A wealthy merchant who traveled much was on a trip of important affair, most likely for his business. As he got tired, he stopped under the shade of a tree to rest. The merchant took some dates from his wallet and, eating them, mindlessly threw stones in every direction.  When he had finished resting, he washed his hands, drank from a nearby spring, and said his prayers. Before he had stood up, a bellowing Genie was before him, whirling a scimitar in his hand with rage. He wanted to kill the merchant for something bad that he had done only moments before. While he was throwing stones, he had, without knowing, killed the Genie’s son by hitting him in the eye. Seeking revenge, the genie went to kill the merchant. Seeing no way out of his burden and being such an unselfish man, the merchant agreed to be put to death if he got to bid his wife and children goodbye. The spirit agreed, giving him twelve months to return. The man returned home and told his heartbroken family of his promise to the genie. They mingled their tears when it was time for his departure, and he set out to fulfill his promise. It was time for him to die, the Genie’s scimitar ready at his head. But an old man with a hind walking along the road said something to the genie that paused him.

THE MAGIC CARPET, THE TUBE, AND THE APPLE

A sultan of India had three sons and one niece. His niece was a beautiful woman, and each of the sons had taken a liking to her. The Sultan knew that he could not just give his niece to one of the sons as a wife, there would certainly be jealousy among them. So he told them to go out into the world and return with one extraordinary object each, and the man with the best object would get to marry their cousin.