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| Poetry by JoCaNa | ||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Below I have included some of my poetry. I hope you enjoy it. If you see any you like let me know. I'd love to hear from you. Read ahead! And enjoy! | |||||||||||||||||||||||
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Joy Joy is like holding a beautiful baby, laughing out loud, and sharing a smile, but sometimes it's like a difficult task. Love Love is the color of roses. It sounds like a trickling crick. It tastes like a most precious moment. And it smells like tomorrow. Love looks like a promising rainbow. It makes you feel like running in meadows. Seasons of Life Spring is the season of new beginnings Summer is the promise of a love Autumn is the change in us And Winter is the calmness of a great ending | |||||||||||||||||||||||
| It's Not A Poem, But It's Still Good | ||||||||||||||||||||||||
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David's Race | In the small town of Victoria a race was run every year during the Fourth of July celebration. This race took place on Main Street, and it was six city blocks long. Every boy in town entered this race as soon as they turned six and ran every year until they turned eleven. Winning this race meant a great deal to any boy, but it meant much more to the younger ones. One boy, in Victoria, named David had wanted to enter the race since he was four years old, but he was weak from an illness he'd had as a baby. Nevertheless, David's parents were always encouraging him about entering the race. David and his father started doing exercises together when David was five. David got healthier and stronger, but he wasn't yet ready for the race at the age of six. When David turned seven he decided he was ready to run. On the day of the race, David's father gave him a hug, encouraged him, and sent him on his way. At the signal, twenty boys took off running. Two boys only made it halfway, and three more stopped a block later. David was hot and thirsty, he wanted to stop too. Instead of stopping he just slowed to a walk. Upon entering the last block he was the only boy left. He kept on, but had to slow down significantly. When David finally crossed the finish line, the timer read twenty minutes. David's parents found him, hugged him, and congratulated him. He looked at them, sadness glowing in his eyes, "How long did it take the winner?" David's father looked him in the eye, "Well, David, it took Tommy ten minutes." David burst into tears. "But I tried so hard," he said. "I was the last one to cross the finish line." David's father took the boy in his arms. "Oh, David, it doesn't matter if you didn't win. You said it right, you crossed the finish line. That's what really matters because you put all your effort into it. You worked for it, and you accomplished so much. You crossed the finish line." -Success isn't in winning, success is the willingness to pursue it.
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