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Baby using inhaler and spacer.

Baby using inhaler and spacer. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

It is so hard living a life with asthma, with medication to help sustain life.

As your lungs close up and tighten, with a pain that cuts like a knife.

As I awake with my lungs very empty, as I reach for an inhaler to breathe

Two puffs of the blue the same with the red, as I now wait to be relieved.

With allergens and dander’s a life’s nightmare, and with aerosols and a world full of dust,

Gives my asthma inconsiderable problems, where medication I know is a must.

No longer can I run or exercise, for I am aware of my asthmatic life,

For the long lonely days that I give in to rest, with medications giving me strife.

As I sit in my window watching others play, and come back

From the earliest of morning, and most of the day,

As for me I make sure my inhalers are ready

In case of that dreaded asthma attack.

Of the days that are too bad, I get steroids to take

And for me to battle on each and every day,

With antibiotics to help my body awake

In a lifestyle of inhalers, that’s my road and my way.

With the wheezing and breathing taking its toll on my day

As I hold my hands tightly, where on knees I do pray,

For my day to go smoothly and for medications to kick in

As I see my friends playing in a game I can’t join in.

But I am lucky in having no wires to plug in

Of oxygen masks or further battles to begin

As I just rely on the thing I know best

And not over exhort my body, but give it some rest.

So now to my bed with one final will,

That my asthma relaxes, with my nightly breathing pill

And to gives me the strength to get me through this long night,

And hope that my asthma

Will give up its fight.

 

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Trick or Treating 2007

Trick or Treating 2007 (Photo credit: jamesfleeting)

Halloween is upon us,

 

go search for your broom,

 

Dress up in the witching hour

 

Excite in the full moon.

 

With goblins and ghouls that are plenty

 

Which come in all shapes and all forms?

 

With bobbing apples and candy pops

 

Where children loosen candy corn.

 

With let’s go trick or treating

 

On this one special night of the year,

 

To fill up their candy bags a plenty

 

Of madness and Halloween cheer.

 

For this is a night to remember

 

With pictures and movies to make,

 

And making use of this special evening

 

By sneaking sugar sticks in mothers pumpkin cake.

 

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There is nothing more beautiful in this life

Than the sweet gentle smile of a child,

The presence of innocence

The joys to be wild.

The love that they give you

In their childish ways,

From the day of their birth

To the ending of days.

The knowing they’re loved and protected

To keep them safe in the world that they know,

When capturing their childhood memories

In pictures and thoughts that will grow.

The laughter in playtime encounters

And comforts in mishaps they share,

Tomfoolery and tricks played on you

Is a child’s life we all bare?

We grasp at their tantrums and behaviours

As a learning to understand their ways,

As we encourage them to learn our teachings

In which we give all of our love

And all of our praise.

When they hurt we find we hurt with them

And comfort them so lovingly mild,

There is nothing more beautiful in today’s life

Than the sweet gentle smile of a child.

 

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I cannot control what the angels give

A heart to love, a mind to live,

The pleasant company we seek each day

Which keeps on appearing?

And which is put in our way.

The friendly chat with someone who cares,

With open minds, and feelings which dares;

To go beyond mind body and soul

To capture your dreams

And make it your goal.

To feel lost and so lonely

When you are not there,

With heart strings pulling

That shows me you care.

As you lift up my life

And make it so real,

With thoughts that you give

Rather than try to steal.

Where I will open my arms

To tell you it’s fine,

To feel lost and confused

When walking a fine line.

When being together we unite as one

Where shadows and doubt

Have finally gone.

Where together we enjoy

This life that we live,

This just goes to show us

What the angels give.

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English: Street art

English: Street art (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I go to sleep and I dream of

Scary monsters,

Oh what a nightmare.

I am glad that when I awake

There was no one there.

Scary monsters, devils too,

Full moon shining

In monster stew.

Scary monsters revengeful hour

Blood uncurling,

With monster power.

And in my dreams the monsters ride,

A human child with frightful fear.

And takes them to scary monster den

Where we all begin to wonder

Will we ever see them again?

Ride on break out,

From this monster land.

Come on everybody,

Join hand in hand,

Fight back the monsters

With your human power

Hoorah!

We’ve won

In this dark hour.

As I awake to find out it is morning.

And monsters really do not exist.

First written in 1971 by Peter matthews

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I live in a land of never – never,

yet I live in a land that is re

that has been passed down to me,I have the power of all that is mystery and enchantmentbut unreal.

from the gods before time.

I have an aura of magical presence about me,

right from when time first began.

I am a god of the forest,

and I am a destroyer of all that is dark.

With my coat of pure brilliant white

Costa Rica Unicorn 2800px

 (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

and my long golden coiled spur,

I will protect those who believe in me,

and who believe in all that is good.

I stand high above men

as I walk the path of all that is righteous and innocence,

in this world, and in the next.

I live in the hearts and minds of children,

so I am not so much a fantasy as I am reality.

I am all the mysteries undiscovered.

I am all that I write I am

For I am

The Unicorn.

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It was a sunny morning on Puddle Brooke farm, where it was almost time for the fall to begin.

The leaves had all changed from their summer greens to red and oranges. It was now the start to harvest and collect fruit from the trees.

Scraggy tail squirrel lived with his mother on Puddle Brooke farm.

He was named Scraggy tail because unlike his brothers and sisters who had now left home, he did not quiet develop enough.

His tail was thinning of fur where it was scraggy looking, so his mother named him Scraggy tail.

Scraggy tail’s mother thought it would be best that he stayed at home until there would be a day his tail would grow back.

As it was the beginning of the fall, Scraggy tail’s mother asked him to go and collect some nuts from farmer wife’s walnut tree, so they could store some for the winter.

“I already started collecting some yesterday,” Scraggy said.

“Some of the nuts were ready for falling and some had fallen on the ground, so I collected them and stored them in a pile ready for me to collect today.

“That’s a good squirrel. “Scraggy tail’s mother told him.

“After breakfast you go out and collect them like a good squirrel, and I will make you a special cake.” She told scraggy.

So scraggy finished his breakfast of pine kernels and other nuts, along with a glass of warm milk from Lexie the cow.

So off went scraggy to go and collect his pile of nuts for mother squirrel, so that his mother could bake a cake for him and then would store some of them for winter.

When he got to the place he stored his nuts, he sat there and shrieked as his pile of nuts had all gone.

He looked around and could not see any walnuts anywhere on the floor underneath the tree; he was sure he had collected some yesterday and put them in his secret place.

His secret place was underneath the walnut tree, and underneath the courting couple’s seat which was wrapped around the tree.

Farmer John and his wife used to sit under the tree in the late spring, and early summer to have lunch. Quiet often they would leave scraps for us country animals to feast upon.

Scraggy hunted high and low around the walnut tree, climbing up and down the tree and looking to see if he could spot them in the distance.

Scraggy could not find them anywhere, so he decided to go around and ask his friends on the farm.

He firstly went over to see Gertrude the goat, who had been grazing in the field with Eunice the ewe.

“Hello Gertrude.” Scraggy tail said.

“Hello Scraggy tail, how are you today?”

“You seem very flustered today scraggy tail, is everything ok?”

“Have you seen my pile of walnuts that I have been collecting ready for winter?” Scraggy tail asked.

“Sorry.” Gertrude replied.

“I have not seen any walnuts today, have you asked Eunice the sheep?”

“No.” Said Scraggy tail, I will go over there now.”

So Scraggy tail left Gertrude, and skipped down the fence to speak to Eunice the ewe, looking for his pile of nuts on his way there.

“Hello Eunice.” Scraggy-Tail said.

“Hello Scraggy tail, how are you?” She replied.

“You seem very flustered today scraggy tail, is everything ok?”

“Have you seen my pile of walnuts that I have been collecting for winter?” Scraggy asked.

“Sorry.” Said Eunice,”

I have not seen any walnuts today, have you asked Henry the horse?”

“No.” said Scraggy tail. “I will go over there

“Hello Henry.” Scraggy-Tail said.

“Hello Scraggy tail, how are you?” He replied. “You seem very flustered today scraggy tail is everything ok?”

“Have you seen my pile of walnuts that I have been collecting for winter?” Scraggy asked.

“Sorry.” Said Henry,” I have not seen any walnuts today, have you asked Connie the cow.”

“No.” said Scraggy tail. “I will go over there now.”

Scraggy tail left the stables and skipped over to the cow shed, to see speak to Connie cow, looking for his pile of nuts on his way there.

“Hello Connie.” Scraggy tail said.

“Hello Scraggy tail, how are you today?

You seem very flustered today scraggy tail, is everything ok?”

“Have you seen my pile of walnuts that I have been collecting for winter?” Scraggy tail asked.

“Sorry.” Clarice said.

“I have not seen any walnuts today, have you asked Davina duck?”

“No.” said Scraggy tail. “I will go over there now.”

So scraggy tail then left the cow shed and skipped over to the duck pond, to speak to Davina, looking for his pile of nuts on the way there.

“Hello Davina.” Scraggy tail said.

“Hello scraggy tail, how are you today?

“You seem very flustered today scraggy tail, is everything ok?”

“Have you seen my pile of walnuts that I have been collecting ready for winter?” Scraggy tail asked.”

“Sorry.” Said Davina, I have not seen any walnuts today, have you asked Trotter the pig?”

“No. “Said Scraggy tail.” I will go over there now.”

Scraggy tail left the duck pond, and skipped over to the pig sty to speak to Trotter the pig; looking for his pile of nuts on his way there.

“Hello Trotter.” Scraggy tail said.

“Hello Scraggy tail, how are you today?

You look very flustered Scraggy tail, is everything ok?”

“Have you seen my pile of walnuts that I have been collecting ready for winter?” Scraggy tail asked.

“Sorry.” Said Trotter. “I have not seen any walnuts today, have you asked Rhonda the Rhode Island chicken?”

“No.” Said Scraggy tail, I will go over there now.”

So Scraggy tail left the pig sty and skipped over to the chicken coop to speak to Rhonda the Rhode island red; looking for his pile of nuts on the way there.

“Hello Rhonda.” Scraggy tail said.

“Hello Scraggy tail, how are you today? You look very flustered, is everything ok?”

“Have you seen my pile of walnuts that I have been collecting ready for winter?” Scraggy tail asked.

“Sorry.” Rhonda replied. “I have not seen any walnuts today, have you asked Sheppey the sheepdog?”

“No.” Said Scraggy tail, I will go over there now.”

By now Scraggy tail was very tired, as he had been round to see all of the farmyard animals.

He had spoken to Gertrude the goat, Eunice the ewe, Connie the cow, Henry the horse, Davina the duck, Trotter the pig, Rosemary the Rhode Island Red.

He thought he had no other choice but to go to the back of the farmhouse and speak to Sheppey the sheepdog.

So Scraggy-Tail left the chicken coop, and skipped over to the farmhouse to speak to Sheppey the sheepdog, looking for his pile of nuts on the way there.

“Hello Sheppey.” Scraggy said.

“Hello Scraggy tail, how are you today?

You look very flustered, is everything ok?”

“Have you seen my pile of walnuts that I have been collecting ready for winter?” Scraggy tail asked.

“Sorry.” Sheppey said. “I have not seen any walnuts today.”

Sheppey was just about to suggest that Scraggy tail goes and sees farmer’s wife when a smell of cooking came out of the kitchen window of the farmhouse.

“OH that smells beautiful.” Scraggy tail said. “Who is cooking?”

Sheppey answered, “It is farmer’s wife, and she is baking a cake for farmer John’s tea.”

Scraggy tail rushed around the side of the house, to where the smell was coming from.

He brushed passed the window and looked in; to his horror he could see all of the nuts he had collected and their empty shells in a bowl on the window ledge.

“Aaaargh. “Screamed Scraggy tail.

“Farmer’s wife has taken all of my nuts, what am I to do?”

At that point farmer’s wife turned round, where she saw scraggy looking all frantic.

“OH Scraggy tail, I am sorry if I have taken your nuts. They were just lying on the floor and you seem to have gone home, so I decided to make a cake for farmer John.”

Scraggy tail could only look in horror, as he saw farmer’s wife take out the cake from the oven, full of his walnuts.

“My walnuts.” He shrieked. “My beautiful walnuts.”

Farmer’s wife could see that scraggy was upset, so she looked at him and said.

“Tomorrow Scraggy tail, I will make sure that I leave the nuts that fall into your part of the ground. I shall only pick the nuts that fall on my side of the ground.”

With that farmer’s wife went outside to the walnut tree, where she put up a little fence around the inside of the walnut tree which was to be scraggy tails section. The outer side she would use.

Inside Scraggy tail’s section of the tree, farmer’s wife placed a dozen walnuts which she did not use.

“There you go Scraggy tail. I have some walnuts that I did not use. You can now take them home to your mother, and store some for winter.

Scraggy tail was pleased that he could actually take some nuts home for mother squirrel, and was also pleased that he was able to store some.

Farmer’s wife, never ever went into scraggy tail’s part of the tree to pick nuts again.

Both scraggy tail and farmer’s wife had enough walnuts to bake and store for the winter.

There was now peace and quiet back on Puddle Brook Farm. Farmer’s wife made sure if she ever picked any fruit, she would always leave some for her farmyard friends.

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