Beep! Beep! Beep! There goes my alarm.
Another Monday morning. Double maths and then double history.
“GET UP OR YOU WILL BE LATE!” Yelled Mum.
I looked at my alarm. 7:51am.
It is nine minutes to eight and I leave for my bus at eight!
Where is my hairbrush? “Mum have you seen my hairbrush?” I tie my hair up in a messy ponytail.
I rush downstairs and skip exactly four steps. Anyway, let’s stop focussing on the details.
I grab a mouthful of dry cornflakes and my school bag.
“Bye Mum! I am staying for after school hockey today, is that ok?” I say.
“Yes that is fine, I will pick you up at quarter to five then! Now hurry or you will miss the bus!” She replied.
I walk down the road to the bus stop. Exactly two minutes away from my house. Where are all my friends? I look at my watch.
8:02am! Noooooooooo! I missed the bus by two minutes!
Two minutes later… “Mum, I need a lift!”
(This is not real, it is just a story, and good thing it is nearly the summer HOLIDAYS!)
Nee, Naw, Nee, Naw.
On goes the siren of the fire engine.
Nee, Naw, Nee, Naw.
Going onwards, a battle to win.
BANG, BANG, BANG!
Now the firemen hear the fire roar,
So water unto it they pour,
Still a scent of stifling smoke,
But the fire they did choke,
No one hurt,
Thanks to the alert,
I think they reached it,
JUST in time!
Oh, the torment,
Oh, the boredom,
Lo, the long-suffering that we need.
Heed the monotonous sound of the engine,
Droning me to sleep.
Five minutes later I stir,
And think an hour has passed,
But I’m still in the area that I saw last.
Overlooking villages, cities and fields,
Watching for our destination,
Feeling sick and desperate,
Because of the suspension.
At last, our surroundings look familiar,
Our journey’s end is drawing nigh,
As the motor slows down,
What a wave of relief rushes o’er me,
That I daren’t think of what awaits on the journey home…
Christmas time brings lots of smiles,
You see snow for miles and miles,
It also brings lots of cheer,
It gets better every year,
Snow, snow and more snow,
Anywhere you go!
Happiness equals sun!
Sunny days come with fun!
Sun bathing in the heat!
It is nice to have a treat!
This IS hard for us, as humans, to believe…
God sent His ONLY BEGOTTEN Son so that anyone, anyone AT ALL could be saved and go to a better place – heaven to live with our Saviour, Jesus Christ, for all eternity…
…BUT only those who BELIEVE that God lives. Who BELIEVE that Jesus rose from the dead and who BELIEVE in the power of Jesus.
ANYONE can be saved from destruction in hell – murderers, thieves, liars, children, the elderly or cheaters! If you believe that no one would have the grace and mercy to forgive YOU, you DO NOT know what my God is like!
Good news, good news Christ died for YOU! Good news, good news if YOU believe! Good news, good news, you’ll be saved eternally. That’s WONDERFUL, EXTRA, GOOD news!
Living, He loved YOU,
Dying, He saved YOU,
Buried, He carried YOUR sins far away,
Rising, He justified freely forever,
One day He’s coming,
Oh GLORIOUS day!
The thwack of the balls,
The commentator calls,
The watchers shouting “whack it,”
Making such a racket,
The players groaning,
The fans moaning,
They’re on the telly,
And they’re getting sweaty
The winner rejoicing,
Not scared of voicing,
Because they have won,
And because they had fun!
Do you like books or football?
If you do, I would very highly recommend my brother’s website –
He reviews books by Enid Blyton, Helen Moss, Bear Grylls and Franklin W. Dixon.
He also states who HE thinks Premier League teams should buy.
Go on, comment and debate with him! He loves a good old debate! 🙂
I am having a great holiday, but the best time was at West Strand with my dog, Daddy and oldest brother… Rosie’s first time off-leash and running about in joy 💕🐾
Here are some photos from our night –
Rosie at the West Strand
Ears Flying 🙂
Playing Ball at Sunset
As you can see Daddy likes black and white photos!
Holiday time is just to begin,
A happy time with some of my kin,
Hopefully a time with not too much din,
Holiday time is just to begin!
We are staying in a house that over looks the track,
We can watch the trains going there and back.
So the room I’m sleeping in could be my little fort,
And I suppose the house is a castle of sorts!
A time away from home,
Though not to roam,
A lovely time with no want to moan,
Which is why I made a poem!