Hello. Today is Tuesday...I think. I did school on Saturday so I am honestly not sure what day it is anymore. (That is okay though because today I think I am finishing either week 25 or 26 out of 36 in my school curriculum. Huzzah.) . Yesterday was cool. We went swimming. The lifeguard that was coaching me a while back challenged me to see if I can go across the lap pool 8 times without stopping. (Freestyle. He wanted to perfect my Freestyle. I don't know why.) So I got in the pool determined to do it. (Without the wall flip kick things. I really don't like those. They throw off my rhythm.) I went across twice, then got called out of the pool by a blonde lifeguard. Safety break. 😒She said my strokes looked good though. 😁😁😁💪🏊
After sitting at the very edge of the pool during the safety break, I finally was allowed back in. (YES!!) So I slipped back into the water. (Yes, slipped, not jumped. I do not like splashing.) I went Freestyle across four times. Then I did like three different leg exercises resulting in um... maybe six more times across the pool. I probably could have gone longer if I had told myself to, but I was tired enough for the time being and decided to get out of the pool. I always feel so much stronger after I have wore myself out. I should do it more often. From working one on one with a lifeguard two weeks, I learned a few things.
1- I can go farther and work harder in the pool than I ever thought.
2- How to do the strokes nearly correctly
3-How to dive nearly correctly
4-How to do the wall flip kick things almost just right
5- A bunch of different exercises
I think that is all. You might be wondering why most of that is nearly correct and not just perfect. Our time was too short to perfect everything. I am still working on most of everything on my own... (okay actually I avoid the backstroke and I am not allowed to use the diving blocks...I only do the breaststroke and freestyle and the wall flip kicks.)
Enough about me and my swimming habits. It's Poetry Time! I found this poem by Shakespeare yesterday and it just made me smile. It is called A Fairy Song.
After sitting at the very edge of the pool during the safety break, I finally was allowed back in. (YES!!) So I slipped back into the water. (Yes, slipped, not jumped. I do not like splashing.) I went Freestyle across four times. Then I did like three different leg exercises resulting in um... maybe six more times across the pool. I probably could have gone longer if I had told myself to, but I was tired enough for the time being and decided to get out of the pool. I always feel so much stronger after I have wore myself out. I should do it more often. From working one on one with a lifeguard two weeks, I learned a few things.
1- I can go farther and work harder in the pool than I ever thought.
2- How to do the strokes nearly correctly
3-How to dive nearly correctly
4-How to do the wall flip kick things almost just right
5- A bunch of different exercises
I think that is all. You might be wondering why most of that is nearly correct and not just perfect. Our time was too short to perfect everything. I am still working on most of everything on my own... (okay actually I avoid the backstroke and I am not allowed to use the diving blocks...I only do the breaststroke and freestyle and the wall flip kicks.)
Enough about me and my swimming habits. It's Poetry Time! I found this poem by Shakespeare yesterday and it just made me smile. It is called A Fairy Song.
Over hill, over dale,
Thorough bush, thorough brier,
Over park, over pale,
Thorough flood, thorough fire!
I do wander everywhere,
Swifter than the moon's sphere;
And I serve the Fairy Queen,
To dew her orbs upon the green;
The cowslips tall her pensioners be;
In their gold coats spots you see;
Those be rubies, fairy favours;
In those freckles live their savours;
I must go seek some dewdrops here,
And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear.
Thorough bush, thorough brier,
Over park, over pale,
Thorough flood, thorough fire!
I do wander everywhere,
Swifter than the moon's sphere;
And I serve the Fairy Queen,
To dew her orbs upon the green;
The cowslips tall her pensioners be;
In their gold coats spots you see;
Those be rubies, fairy favours;
In those freckles live their savours;
I must go seek some dewdrops here,
And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear.
Does the light airy feel of that poem not just make you want to float or giggle? I think fairies are coolish. I can't draw them though. I have never really considered a poem about them... Shakespeare is a genius. I shan't write about fairies though for fear that I copy his writing. That would be cruel. So, My dear readers, I have but one poem left. (I think.) If you guys have any ideas for my next poem, please, please let me know. I am trying to write a poem about photographers, but the first draft just wasn't good enough so that project needs to wait for the proper emotion. I will have to go into my inner dungeon and retrieve...Wonder. ( probably.) Well I shall show you my poem now. It is...About a heartbreak. Someone broke my heart a while back. I have erased what happened in my memory, and the only way I could express what I was feeling then was by drawing castles. (It doesn't really make sense, I realize this.) I have a bunch of crayon castle drawings on my bedroom wall now. One day I wrote a poem based on those drawings and it is just below. I really like this poem. Probably because I know what every word stood for (because I wrote it based on my experience).To everyone else, however, it might just seem like an interesting tale. I hope you enjoy. 😊
Castle of Heart
Two castles stand sturdily built,
Tall and strong
Each abiding alone in its hill.
One flies flags with bright array,
The other hoards storm clouds night and day.
Young and gay and free is the first.
Within the other, where darkness lurks:
A hidden flame, violently tearing
Leaving the man therein to bear it.
A small form (a child really)
Makes the trip, very sincerely,
With the hopes of quenching the flames
In so doing, saving the man.
The man of the flames, all dressed in steel
Refuses her offer. Says, “Fire at will!
Over yonder, destroy
This child and where e’er she abides.”
The child in her cloak of orange
Rushed to away to save her home.
But lo! It seems she is too late!
Flames engulf her just within the gate.
Swallowed in red is that fortress of stone
And there is no help for her all alone.
The days go by,and flames subside.
A crumbled stone mass
Lay heaped where that flag flying castle once was.
See! A boy climbs the hill!
He finds the charred lass, cold and still.
He takes her home to his life giving hearth
And returns to give that old castle rebirth.
Some day those two will be the best of friends,
But for now this is where my poem ends.
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