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Tuesday, 30 December 2008
Time...

Wednesday, 3 December 2008
IN MY EYES
IN MY EYES
The fence was first,
It screamed with the knowledge,
I would never pass through its gates alive again.
The barbed wire stood high and tall,
Surrendering to the men that stood rigid in the watch towers above.
I knew nothing of the terror,
I knew nothing of the death,
Only of peace and freedom.
The soldiers came towards us,
A heard of angry beasts waiting to kill.
Their raw racist resentment tore apart loved ones,
No mercy in their haunting eyes.
I knew nothing of the saddness,
I knew nothing of the loss,
Only of peace and freedom.
Hundreds, millions of people,
Surrounded by the feeling of disgusted damaged disbelief.
One mans face was that of a helpless child,
Another,
His body a lifeless sheild.
I knew nothing of the pain,
I knew nothing of the loneliness,
Only of peace and freedom.
Down the abandonded stairs,
Into the dark unknown.
I reach for the hand of my son,
Pure fear overwhelms us all.
The atmosphere is like a choking breath,
Blackness ehgulfs us.
I now know nothing of peace,
I now know nothing of freedom,
Only of death and terror.
By Kirstie Penton
Sunday, 26 October 2008
Being Yourself....

"Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don't matter and those who matter don't mind." ~Dr. Seuss.
I think that one of the most important things about growing up is still believing in who you are and becoming who others want you to be. The worst thing you can do is to change who you are just because you want to fit in. Fitting in with the rest of the population is not why we were put on this earth! Each and every one of us are meant to shine, stand out and bring something new and special to this world. I believe everyone is capable of being that person or more importantly being their own person. Sometimes, especially as a teenager you get this feeling that if you are not like everyone else or what people want you to be, then you are not good enough or worth anything. But the truth is, that if you have the strength to be your own person and always walk with your head held high then you are the one that will go far in this world and truly shine....
Saturday, 4 October 2008
The Sign...

I found this photo on the Internet and am not sure who the very talented photographer is but something about this image caught my eye. To many people this could simply be a picture of a sign post in the middle of no where but to me i found it so much more, i found this photo inspiring. It stands there all alone with nothing but the wind blowing through the grass to keep it company but it still stands tall and provides its purpose in life. Even though many people might simply ignore this sign because they have no use for it, it is still there and still exists and to some people it might be the most important thing they see all day because it will point them in the direction they need to go in life. So just remember next time you see something or someone that might not seem important to you, that they have their own purpose in life just like you. Everyone is special in their own way just like this sign post was special to me...
Friday, 26 September 2008
Destiny
Sunday, 21 September 2008
Change
Where ever you go,
no matter what the weather,
always bring your own sunshine...
Monday, 24 December 2007
Christmas Time!
What is Christmas? It is tenderness for the past, courage for the present, hope for the future. It is a fervent wish that every cup may overflow with blessings rich and eternal, and that every path may lead to peace.
I hope you all have a Merry christmas filled with happiness, smiles and laughter!!!!!
Tuesday, 27 November 2007
Last part: ONE WRITERS LIFE
When we arrived home Laddie was waiting as usual with his black and white hair in need of a wash and carrying a toy for me to throw to him. Of course I did and that sent him flying through the air to fetch it. I went inside to find Isabelle crying and mum and dad sitting there expressionless, holding a letter. I took it from her and read it, it read. “Mr Bart Edmond you have been called by the AIF to join the war. You are to leave immediately”. That letter changed my life forever. The next day my beloved father left us. My mother would only talk when it was necessary. My always happy and cheerful sister was no longer happy. I, as a young four year old did not understand why they had taken my daddy away or when he was coming home. Our house became quiet and sad and this continued for two years. Then one fine sunny day a telegram came and that was the day I realized I would see my darling father again. My life from then on seemed to be a blur. Even though I was young it affected me with such force. Mum, Isabelle and I lived with grief in our hearts which none of us could let go of for years. It took me ten years to be able to really live life again and one very special person helped so much. I had gone for a walk one sunny afternoon. There was not a cloud in the sky and it was the most beautiful shade of blue. You could look out across the fields and see the mountains continue further and further into the distance. As I walked I noticed someone standing on the side of the road. As I got closer an easel and canvas came into view and I realized he was painting. He turned to face me and he was ever so handsome. He had dark brown curly hair with the most amazing dimples and dark crystal clear eyes that sent tingles down my spine. My eyes then wandered curiously to his painting. It was perfect, every shadow, colour and object had been captured realistically and beautifully. We had not spoken a word to each other since we met some minutes before. “Hi my name is Clara Jane, your painting is amazing”. I can remember saying after my speechless admiration for his painting. His name was Edward and he was 15. We started to talk, mainly about his painting. From that first meeting a great friendship was formed. We use to lie in the grass and talking about our futures and what we wanted to do. Edward wanted to become a doctor because he loved the idea of being able to save someone’s life. I had never really thought about it. I would be a mother to beautiful children. That is what was expected, but I wanted more than that, I wanted to make a difference in the world. Edward showed me how to live life again and I will never be able to thank him enough. As we grew older we became closer and closer. I found myself wanting to spend every waking moment with him. As I sat and wrote in my journal, I could hear the glorious sound of rain on the roof. I looked out the window and amidst the rain I see a familiar figure running towards the house. I ran and opened the door, Edward Smith was standing there, water running from his beautiful brown curly hair onto his handsome face. His eyes so clear looking into mine and my forever searching eyes had finally found what they were looking for. He bent down on one knee and my heart skipped a beat. “My gorgeous Clara Jane will you marry me?” He said with the softest voice. “Yes, nothing else would make me so happy as to marry you”. I can remember how happy I was that day and how happy he made me feel. We had a spring wedding two years later. With the sweet smell of flowers in the air and wearing my dream dress made out of soft white silk that flowed to the ground and yellow wild flowers in my hair. I walked down the isle looking into the eyes of one very smart looking man in a black and white suit, in front of all my friends and family. After that mum died and left the farm to us. Isabelle found a great man and was once again happy and cheerful. Edward became a doctor like he had always dreamed and we all lived happily ever after.
And as I sit here in the once lonely blue rocking chair looking out across my weeping willow farm writing of my life. I realize how truly lucky I am and I have finally realized that I was placed on this earth to share my life with others through writing. I am a writer.
Tuesday, 20 November 2007
Part 2: ONE WRITERS LIFE
Sunday, 18 November 2007
Part 1: ONE WRITERS LIFE
As I sit and watch the cattle graze slowly over the soft, luscious green grass, I wonder what their thinking, whether it is of the bright blue, crystal clear sky that lies over head or the annoying swarm of flies that come by there hundreds this time of year. I think of my glorious life and what I have done… This is, my journey.
Sunday, 30 September 2007
LOVE
The Magic Of Love
Love is like magic
And it always will be.
For love still remains
Life's sweet mystery!!
Love works in ways
That are wondrous and strange
And there's nothing in life
That love cannot change!!
Love can transform
The most commonplace
Into beauty and splendor
And sweetness and grace.
Love is unselfish,
Understanding and kind,
For it sees with its heart
And not with its mind!!
Love is the answer
That everyone seeks...
Love is the language,
That every heart speaks.
Love can't be bought,
It is priceless and free,
Love, like pure magic,
Is life's sweet mystery!!
- Helen Steiner Rice -
Tuesday, 18 September 2007
More of My best buddies
Monday, 17 September 2007
My best buddies
Saturday, 15 September 2007
The important things
Friday, 3 August 2007
SMILE
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"A smile can complete an outfit. You might have the perfect shoes, perfect purse, perfect pants, perfect shirt, perfect hair, and perfect everything, but without a smile the outfit isn't complete. Even if you don't think your outfit is great, smile and it will be great."
"A smile can go a long way. One smile can change a person's whole day."
"A SMILE is an inexpensive way to improve your looks."
Friday, 6 July 2007
Kirstie's Corner
Tuesday, 3 July 2007
Inspiring People
Monday, 18 June 2007
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