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Showing posts with label Memories. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Memories. Show all posts
Thursday, May 20, 2010
Saturday, May 15, 2010
Memories- Thinking Out of the Box
Make me laugh...
Make me cry...
Make me smile ...
Make me sigh...
Show me what deeply moved you...
Show me how you truly grew...
How will you create a special theme? - AMAZE ME!!!.. please?
e.g. Caroline Swimmer is writing her memories paper as a letter to her younger brother... (DON'T COPY THIS!)...What will you do???
e.g. Survival Guide for Charlotte latin Lower School...
e.g. How to Impress your next teacher...
How will you make your paper 'unique'?
Treasures in a Box by Pamela Harazim
(NO, you cannot write a poem.. but you could quote some poetry)
Come, look with me inside this drawer,
In this box I've often seen,
At the pictures, black and white,
Faces proud, still, serene.
I wish I knew the people;
These strangers in the box,
Their names and all their memories
Are lost among my socks.
I wonder what their lives were like.
How did they spend their days?
What about their special times?
I'll never know their ways.
If only someone had taken time
To tell who, what, where, when,
These faces of my heritage
Would come to life again.
Could this become the fate
Of the pictures we take today?
The faces and the memories
Someday to be tossed away?
Make time to save your pictures,
Seize the opportunity when it knocks,
Or someday you and yours could be
The strangers in the box.
What will your memories 'sound' like?
Make me cry...
Make me smile ...
Make me sigh...
Show me what deeply moved you...
Show me how you truly grew...
How will you create a special theme? - AMAZE ME!!!.. please?
e.g. Caroline Swimmer is writing her memories paper as a letter to her younger brother... (DON'T COPY THIS!)...What will you do???
e.g. Survival Guide for Charlotte latin Lower School...
e.g. How to Impress your next teacher...
How will you make your paper 'unique'?
Treasures in a Box by Pamela Harazim
(NO, you cannot write a poem.. but you could quote some poetry)
Come, look with me inside this drawer,
In this box I've often seen,
At the pictures, black and white,
Faces proud, still, serene.
I wish I knew the people;
These strangers in the box,
Their names and all their memories
Are lost among my socks.
I wonder what their lives were like.
How did they spend their days?
What about their special times?
I'll never know their ways.
If only someone had taken time
To tell who, what, where, when,
These faces of my heritage
Would come to life again.
Could this become the fate
Of the pictures we take today?
The faces and the memories
Someday to be tossed away?
Make time to save your pictures,
Seize the opportunity when it knocks,
Or someday you and yours could be
The strangers in the box.
What will your memories 'sound' like?
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