Hello World! It's Marina-Del-Ray, I'm the new eta-she...jk. (whenever I say hello world, that song starts playing in my head so I had to put it in your head.) It's just me. Little ol' Cowgirl. So my sister, #5 (her name will not be spoken, because uh...it is way more fun to refer to my siblings by order of birth. lol I am #1) Anyway, #5 has discovered this chair. It is the time out chair for #3 and #4, but for #5 it is the COOLEST THING EVER. She climbs up in the chair (backwards) and starts dancing and screeching like she does when she is ecstatic. Or when she hears a good beat. Man that kid loves to jam. Super cute. hahaha. I have a question, here. To you readers, it will seem random but for me it isn't random. (I just googled the Butterfly swim stroke) Apparently it's the second fastest stroke, but it is the hardest to do....
So why would a swimmer want to work hard and be slow? Is the Butterfly the main goal cuz since it is so hard, no non-competitive swimmer has a reason to do it? Freestyle is the fastest though...I like how it feels to slice through the water and zoom across the pool. I do not really like any other stroke because they make me feel slow. 🐌
{What is with the sudden interest in swimming?}Oh, I have recently been taking lessons with a competitive swimmer/one of the lifeguards at our pool. Since I already know how to swim, and just want to improve so I can be on the team next summer, he works me really hard. (And I Love it) Before you ask, I don't know exactly why I enjoy him pushing me so hard. I just do. The two week course is over as of yesterday though. 😢 So sad.
Enough about my life. Now, my favorite poem. This poem is not by me of course, because that is a completely different kind of favorite poem. My current favorite poem is actually by Shakespeare. {I thought he wrote plays...} That is what I thought too, then I read his Sonnet 130 and was blown away. I loved it so so much. By golly. (There is another favorite poem as well but I don't remember it right now. It is in a book upstairs somewhere, I will find it later) In case you have never read Sonnet 130, I will google it and then type it up for you. You will laugh. (Or not, maybe just on the inside?)
So why would a swimmer want to work hard and be slow? Is the Butterfly the main goal cuz since it is so hard, no non-competitive swimmer has a reason to do it? Freestyle is the fastest though...I like how it feels to slice through the water and zoom across the pool. I do not really like any other stroke because they make me feel slow. 🐌
{What is with the sudden interest in swimming?}Oh, I have recently been taking lessons with a competitive swimmer/one of the lifeguards at our pool. Since I already know how to swim, and just want to improve so I can be on the team next summer, he works me really hard. (And I Love it) Before you ask, I don't know exactly why I enjoy him pushing me so hard. I just do. The two week course is over as of yesterday though. 😢 So sad.
Enough about my life. Now, my favorite poem. This poem is not by me of course, because that is a completely different kind of favorite poem. My current favorite poem is actually by Shakespeare. {I thought he wrote plays...} That is what I thought too, then I read his Sonnet 130 and was blown away. I loved it so so much. By golly. (There is another favorite poem as well but I don't remember it right now. It is in a book upstairs somewhere, I will find it later) In case you have never read Sonnet 130, I will google it and then type it up for you. You will laugh. (Or not, maybe just on the inside?)
Sonnet 130
My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips’ red;
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
I have seen roses damasked, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound;
I grant I never saw a goddess go;
My mistress when she walks treads on the ground.
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
As any she belied with false compare.
I like this one because it is a satire, but on a different level it is totally romantic. He lists all of his Love's imperfections, she is obviously not most people's first choice, but he very much loves her. Despite her imperfections. That just makes me happy. Also, most poems are about blondes and I am not blonde, so this one wins there as well. What do you guys think of this poem?
{What is your favorite poem by you, Cowgirl?} Great question. Let me ask my secretary...BRB...
She doesn't know. She told me I should either say Castle of Heart, or my first official poem. I do not think I named that one. I will type it up, and you guys can name it. Here goes.
I am a tree
Tall and strong
Weak ones lean on me
They stay and rest for long.
Children play upon my mighty limbs
Telling secrets and satisfying whims.
Young lovers court beneath my leaves
Making plans for their future;
Saying bittersweet farewells before he heads to war.
Now she comes down the path weeping sore
She takes comfort leaning on me;
Her tears dry as she recalls sweet memories.
Soon he will be back, their plans will take place!
Down the aisle she will come all dressed in lace.
The groom will wait, proud and beaming
At his blushing bride, his princess, his queen.
They'll say their vows and leave their childish ways.
Start a new life together for all of their days.
Now down the path comes a sweet thing,
The boy is back, in his hand: a ring!
Tell me what you guys think of my unnamed poem. Maybe we can name it together. (YAY) I think that is all I have to say for today. Have a nice Saturday. 😁😁😁
The crazy life of 2 young teens? That's what I think the name should be
ReplyDeleteHmm perhaps 🤔😎
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