Xapa to the World

Category: Poetry

  • Poem: Ode to Spell Check and some similes

    August 2nd, 2005

    I have a friend who lives in my computer
    He’s a sweet little fellow
    Though he’s rarely mellow.

    You may wonder why I like him so much.
    What is all the hype
    I’m making when I type?

    The written word is my favorite thing.
    See, spell check is his name
    And proof reading’s his game.

    If I make a mistake, which tends to be often
    He’s as quick as a flash
    With his spell checking lash.

    A red squiggly line is his mark of the trade
    Under my misspelled terms
    Wiggling like tiny worms.

    Ah, Mr Spell Check. Thank you, so, so much!
    My English is better
    So I close this letter.

    A Series of Similes for Spell Check

    Spell Check is like magic…
    Your error once was there, but poof! now it’s gone!

    Spell Check is like a dog…
    When you drop your food, it cleans up the mess.

    Spell Check is like a man…
    He thinks he knows what you’re saying, but once again is wrong.

    Sarah ><>

  • Poem: An Adventure of Ginger the Cow

    July 30th, 2005

    Ginger awoke to a bright new day.
    She was so excited to get out and play.
    “And what would she do?” you may say.
    Ginger would go out and play in the hay.

    The farmer came out and was ready to plow.
    Ginger wanted to go out, to go out right now.
    But first the farmer must feed the sow,
    And then he’d be sure to let out the cow.

    With the gate opened wide, Ginger went to the pasture,
    But she didn’t hear the call of her master.
    So glad to be free, she ran faster and faster.
    She didn’t know she would head for disaster.

    The longer she played, the later it got
    And very soon the day became hot.
    So, she laid herself down by a tree with a knot
    And where she was lying, she quickly forgot!

    Suddenly, Ginger woke up with a fright.
    She looked around and saw it was night!
    She knew in her heart that this wasn’t right
    So she jumped to her feet and then took flight.

    The only light Ginger had was the moon.
    She only wanted to get back home soon.
    She saw the eyes of a sneaky raccoon,
    And she heard an owl hooting his tune.

    At last, she saw a light far ahead.
    To the light of the barn was where she was led.
    The farmer came out and showed Ginger her bed
    He wasn’t angry, but pet her instead.

    The point of this story is simple and true.
    Listen closely and don’t miss the cue.
    It’s fun to get out and play like you do,
    But please stay near home and your parents too!

     – Sarah ><>

  • Poem: Beautiful Feet

    July 25th, 2005

    I’ve looked at the mountains many times
    And been captivated by their beauty.
    They stand majestic over all of creation,
    Looking down, casting a shadow on the land.

    My heart’s dream would be to climb
    And hang on the very top, shouting out –
    Shouting out God’s glory and praise to the world.
    No doubt my feet would be dirty and pained,

    But You’ve called them beautiful! These feet,
    They’ve carried me halfway around the world for You.
    They’ve walked through mud, dirt, filth, water,
    Anything You’ve placed before them.

    But the Message empowers the body
    And any pain I feel is only the aching in my heart
    Of wanting to climb that grandiose mountain.
    “How beautiful are the feet of those who bring good news.”

     – Sarah ><>