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A Walk In The Woods
I can only hear the sound of the wind and the bird’s song from the tree, echoing through the forest. The clean water flowing
down stream, and the animals chattering. A picnic in the woods, would be nice. Berries from the bush, apples by the slice,
fish from the stream, nuts from the trees, and water from the creek. I can take pictures of bugs, animals, trees, patches
of the sky, bushes, rocks, rivers, dirt on the ground, and brightly colored flowers. I can feel the water as I swim. I can
feel the invisible wind. I can smell the flowers, the air, the animals, and the trees. As the sun starts to go down, it is
time to leave. Will you go with me sometime again?
Deanna Jovanelly
Wildflowers
Wildflowers may seem all the same when first to meet the eye, but when to be looked in deep without a peep, they contribute
to many things that you devour in your life.
Exotic colors with separate meanings commonly encountered in life. Each soul unique with differences incomplete. Foreseen
that one wants to be another, instead of them, their own true color.
There isn’t a single, who hasn’t to strive, for wants, needs, or perfections to conclude in their lives. Complexions are
based on individuality, confidence, and a soul and mind, that’s color, is one of a kind.
Deanna Jovanelly
September of 1998
Dreams
You can dream almost anything.
Dinosaurs, Dragons, Princesses with wings.
Wondrous tales of candy by the bale.
Imagining times of merry sweet rhymes.
But when you wake up, you realize, it was just a dream.
But if you do good, and wish you could,
your wishes might come true, addressed to you.
Deanna Jovanelly
Decision list
Left or right,
Touch or sight,
Up or down,
Black or brown,
Rain or hail,
Pass or fail,
Yes or no,
Sleet or snow,
Slow or fast,
First or last,
Soft or rough,
Easy or tough,
Walk or run,
Clouds or sun,
Warm or cold,
Thin or bold,
A or b,
You or me,
These or those,
Iris or rose,
Sugar or sand,
Water or land,
Silver or gold,
Said or told,
Diamonds or hearts,
Pieces or parts,
Big or little,
Center or middle,
East or west,
Worst or best,
Good or bad,
Happy or sad,
Eyes or nose,
Feet or toes,
Do or don’t,
Will or won’t,
Fall or spring,
Dance or sing,
Loose or tight,
Dark or light,
Pointy or round,
Lost or found,
In or out,
Faith or doubt,
Short or tall,
None or all,
Start or stop,
Bottom or top,
Asleep or awake,
Give or take,
Far or near,
There or here,
Empty or full,
Push or pull,
Yell or scream,
Group or team,
Hate or love,
Below or above,
Catch or throw,
Watch or show,
Clean or dirty,
Twenty or thirty,
Solve or fix,
Separate or mix,
Write or read,
Follow or lead,
Night or day,
Leave or stay,
Ones or twos,
What do you choose?
Deanna Jovanelly
August 10, 2002
Following The Leader
Every step she takes,
I’m right behind her.
Every book she picks up,
I read along with her.
Everything she goes through,
I go through too.
Every day she lives,
I live with her.
I copy her in every way.
And why?
She is true to who she is,
And doesn’t pretend to be
Someone else.
I like that about her.
But then I realize,
The whole time,
I was looking in a mirror.
Deanna Jovanelly
Original version written: 6/3/00
Final version written: 4/18/01
Life
Life may seem as easy as learning to ride a bike,
But what must come to realize, is that there is a
Long road that twists and turns unexpectedly. There
May be speed bumps along the way, but you will move
On. For every spin of the wheel, there is a heart beat, and for
Every mile accomplished, there are people to keep the success within
You. There is a dream for everyone, but not everyone has the determination it takes to fulfill that dream. Luckily, it is
your choice to
Set a goal and follow through. Keep this in mind when things are
Rough, then go catch that dream and make it into a dream come true.
Deanna Jovanelly
4/1/99
Rain, Go away
Drip drop drip drop, when will this horrible rain stop? Will the rivers raise up high? Will it be able to touch the sky? Waiting
for a sunny day, to go outside and play, play, play. Drip drop drip drop patter patter plop. Will this rain ever stop? But
we can trust the word of God, he’ll always make the rain be gone. Soon the sky will clear, there’s nothing to fear. Our friend
from above, gave his word and love.
Deanna Jovanelly
September 11,2001
The morning started out,
Just as normal as ever,
Until I turned on the T.V.,
To check out the weather.
But most unfortunately,
All I heard were the cries,
Of innocent people,
Who had lost their lives.
The World Trade Center
Had been hit by planes,
While America could only watch,
As it went up in flames.
The terrifying attacks
Wouldn’t stop for long.
Next a plane had struck the Pentagon.
All I could think was
“ who are these terrorists,
what did they want?”
I went to school
With terrible dread.
I wondered how many people
Were already dead.
As the class stood up,
And faced the flag,
I put my hand on my heart,
Which felt as if it were stabbed.
I said the pledge,
And I took in the meaning.
As the pain started to lift,
And I felt an eased feeling,
“and Justice For All”
Those words would not
Let this Country fall.
By: Deanna M. Jovanelly
September 11, 2001
Sky Above
Skies above are full of love, and are blue when you are happy, but gray when you are sad. The sky is what you make of it and
can be as high or as wide as you imagine it to be. The clouds are silk feathers lying in an endless pool of passion. The living
up there used to live down here. Now watching over us as we lead our life. And we can achieve anything by just looking in
the heavenly skies, and see what we would like to see become of it.
Deanna Jovanelly
9/20/99
Spring
Spring, spring, I love spring. I love spring and the wonderful things it will bring. Flowers, sunshine grass so green, butterflies
flying with their wings. Campfires glowing, rivers flowing, warm wind blowing. Singing songs so beautiful and merry, a heart
full of love, you will carry. Picnics in the shade, fruit and lemonade. In a hammock look above, light blue sky, birds fly
by, hear their cry, the cry of doves. See the trees, covered in leaves. They make the world so easy to please. Spring, spring,
I love spring, enjoy the things it has to bring.
Deanna Jovanelly
6/3/98
When I Grow Up
When I grow up, what will I be? An artist to paint rainbows in the sky? Or a magician, and make people fly? I could be a singer,
and express what’s inside. Or a policeman, and protect the world from crime. I could be a dancer, but what is the answer?
When I grow up, what will I be?
Just for now, I’ll be me.
Deanna Jovanelly
6/4/98
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