Hezekiah

This is just a poem I wrote for a narration in school yesterday. It's about Hezekiah in 2 Kings 20.

Hezekiah was very ill,
He’d never felt so low,
So when Isaiah said ‘you’re going to die.’
It was an awful blow.

Isaiah looked pityingly at him,
In his saddened state,
He said ‘I have to go now Hez’,’
And off he went, sedate.

Hezekiah wept with grief,
His eyes full of dismay,
Then a thought occurred to him,
And he began to pray.

‘I’ve always served you well oh God,
I say this with hopeful breath,
Can you possibly spare me, my Lord,
From this awful death?’

Isaiah, the prophet of the Amighty one,
Was feeling his very worst,
When God came to him with a new message,
Quite different from the first.

‘Go back in the direction you came from,
Give him this message, Isaiah,
“You shall be healed, because you serve me,”
And that one’s not so dire.’

Isaiah rushed back to the king’s bedside,
He said, his heart lifted high,
‘God’s message is “You shall be healed,”
Hezekiah, you’re not going to die!’

Hezekiah sobbed again,
This time with joy revealed,
Isaiah put a poultice of figs on his boil,
And before very long he was healed.

God in Heaven had heard the prayer,
He’d seen the tearful face,
It had moved his heart to see such pain,
And God, he has much grace.

The Green Bean

I wrote this for English this morning, it's pretty silly, but here it is, all the same.

He sat on a plate, round and green,
He trembled hard, this little bean,
The ground, it shook as a dark shape,
Moved forward menacingly like a large ape.
The giant sat down with a thump,
His face smirked, portly and plump.

His picked up the large metal fork,
And sliced open the piece of pork.
The bean, it trembled with great fright,
As the giant took a bite,
The pork let out his last shrill scream,
And the giant’s eyes did laugh and gleam.

His beady eyes looked greedily for more,
His grabbed a cucumber and it, he tore,
In half and swallowed whole then grinned,
As he let out a puff of wind.
Then his eyes settled down, on the small bean,
Shivering with fright and looking so green.

His fork moved towards it, and pierced into its side,
The bean it screamed, it cried and cried,
The giant stared at it in disbelief,
The bean was screaming with horror and grief,
The giant stared in absolute dismay,
Then stood up and ran away.

Jordan

Smart

Smart

My dad gave me one dollar bill

'Cause I'm his smartest son,

And I swapped it for two shiny quarters

'Cause two is more than one!

And then I took the quarters

And traded them to Lou

For three dimes-I guess he don't know

That three is more than two!

Just then, along came old blind Bates

And just cause he can't see

He gave me four nickels for my three dimes,

And four is more than three!

And I took the nickel to Hiram Coombs

Down at the feed store,

And the fool gave me five pennies for them,

And five is more than four!

And then I went and showed my dad,

And he got red in the cheeks

And closed his eyes and shook his head-

Too proud of me to speak!

Jordan

- Note- I did not write this.

The Drought

When bored, I write poetry. So, here is something I wrote when bored.

The Drought


The skies were cloudless,
The dams were dry,
All gardens were gone,
In the heat of July.

The ground was cracked,
The grass was brittle,
Our swimming pool was empty,
And the flowers were little.

It has been so for years,
In this horrible drought,
It’s always so hot,
We almost never go out.

‘When will we get rain?’
Is the question round here,
‘It’s been ever so long,
So many a year.’

Then one day in August,
It felt kind of cool,
This is very strange,
I thought as I did school.

And when I went out,
The skies looked so dark,
And after ages and ages,
I heard the teacher remark.

‘Oh goodness! Children!
Go on and have a look,
There are clouds in the sky!’
And in surprise she dropped her book.

We all looked in wonder,
I could hear the teacher pray,
What was going to happen?
Would we get rain today?

All the children looked up,
We all did watch the sky,
Then suddenly out of nowhere,
I felt something drop in my eye.

‘I felt something I felt something!’
I cried with joy you couldn’t stop,
And everybody held their breath,
Then I felt another drop.

‘I felt one! I felt one!’
Cried one little boy,
‘I haven’t felt this happy,
Since I left Illinois!’

Car

I haven't really written much news lately because...

1. I'm too lazy.

2. There's not much to tell.

It was back to school on Tuesday (blah!) and also back to my boring routine.

We did get a new car-

But apart from that there is nothing really to tell. I did want to include this poem though because I thought it was cute.

I bought a Maserati
and a new Mercedes-Benz,
plus a brand new Lamborghini
I could show off to my friends.
I purchased a Ferrari
and an Aston Martin too,
and a Porsche and a Jaguar
and a BMW.
I had them all delivered
to my mansion in the hills.
I like to sit and look at them,
imagining the thrills.
For though it's fun to be
the richest nine-year-old alive,
I'm sure I'll like it better
when I'm old enough to drive.

Jordan

Imagination

This is a poem I wrote yesterday. It's not very good, but it's based on a child's thoughts on holidays.

Imagination

‘I’m bored,’ the house was filled with comments of such,
‘There’s nothing to do, to play with, or touch.’
‘We’re fed up with Lego; the dolls are all dull,
The toys are all stupid; all we do is mull.

On things we could do, if we were only older,
Like go to Alaska, where all things are colder.
Like be a jet pilot, and fly in a plane,
To China, or Germany, perhaps even Spain!

Perhaps a magician, with tricks up his sleeve?
Or perhaps the president, who knows what we’d achieve!
We could be hairdressers or play rights on stage,
We could be fashion designers whose clothes are the rage.

But we’ll have to wait to do those things,
Wait to see what the summer brings,
‘Cause now we’re children to be ignored,
We’ll have to do with being bored.

That's it.

I don't really have much else to say. Not much has been happening lately. We are having two little girls to stay with us on the weekend. Their names are Indigo (Indie) and Mikyla. I bought one of them this dress at a garage sale last Saturday. It's really cute.

Anyway, I have to go and have breakfast.

Jordan

News...

I haven't written much lately because I don't really have much to say.
Lots of my time is taken up with school, reading, and more school.
I did go for a bike ride today but halfway down a hill my chain suddenly decided to stop working and I went zooming down the hill unable to do anything.


That ended my bike ride.


I did jump on our trampoline for a while but even though it's Autumn it's incredibly hot today and I was sweating by the time I got off the trampoline.
Our trampoline is pretty big and I would go on it a lot more if the weather suited me more. It's always too hot or to cold.
This is a picture of me and my siblings trying to do a 'toyota' jump on the trampoline.

Hmmm, trying and not succeeding

As you can see we don't seem to be doing to well, like I said the trampoline is pretty big, but it's not that big.

Throughout the week I was doing triplet poetry in English. I posted one of my poems before, here are another two I did.



The Mother Duck

The mother duck does waddle most days,
To the nest that sits shaded from the suns rays,
There she will sit and at the eggs she’ll gaze.

They sit so nicely in a neat little stack,
The mother duck sits hoping to hear a small ‘quack.’
Wishing and hoping for a small, tiny, crack.


The Cat

His eyes are staring at the cream,
That sits opposite of the stream,
He suddenly thinks up a clever scheme.

His perfect white feet do step onto,
A rock that sits in the stream, blue,
He does give a triumphant mew.


The syllables are sort of wrong in some parts but it was fun doing them anyway.
That's pretty much all the news so I better make this...


The End


♥Jordan♥