By Julie

April 24, 2008

Adélie Penguins

Filed under: Uncategorized, penguins, stories — julie @ 6:37 am

Although most people think of penguins as living in Antarctica, only seven of seventeen penguin species even go near this gigantic chunk of ice, and only two species spend their lives there. One of these phenomenal two species, the adorable and classic adélie, has been know to peck and waddle its way into people’s hearts. Holding the record for the furthest-south penguins, adélies even have a colony way down at the bottom of the world in Cape Royds, Antarctica! Named for a French 1830’s explorer’s wife, these penguins have black backs and heads and snow-white bellies. It’s one of the three brush-tail penguins, known for its brushlike tail. You’ve probably seen pictures of these adélies gliding along on their bellies. No matter how delightful their penguin swagger can be, sliding on their stomachs saves much more energy and waddling can be hard for them. In fact, walking takes 42% more energy than it does for a turkey! These penguins like to stick together. Gray, downy chicks huddle in a crèche- a kind of penguin day-care that keeps them warm and offers protection from skuas and other vicious birds that would like to gobble them up. The adults are often seen diving for food in groups. This keeps them safer from water predators, like leopard seals! If you know these perky penguins well, you can say that they’re as curious as Curious George, superbly intelligent, and of course- as cute as a button!
NOTE: This nonfiction paragraph was written for a school project.

April 13, 2008

What Will Tomorrow Bring?

Filed under: Poetry, Uncategorized — julie @ 8:37 am

When the sky begins to darken
And the stars begin to sway
I like to sit and think about
What will happen the next day.
Memories of anger, sadness,
Or hurting, it might include,
A dark and grumpy ring to it
Or a sticking sour mood.
But then again, it could so bring
A striking sense of joy
A trace of swelling happiness
A day you will enjoy.
It could be a mysterious day
Or relaxing, nevertheless,
Or equally exciting
Or one full of peacefulness.
As the sun begins to lower
And the owl begins to sing
I like to stop and wonder this:
What will tomorrow bring?

Inspiration

Filed under: Poetry, Uncategorized — julie @ 8:35 am

I pick away
Through all the thoughts
I’ve ever thought to think
Picking away for things to write,
Put down in
Pen and ink.
Although I may grow thirsty
I’ll soon find some tucked-away spring:
Wonder why I have not looked
Right here
For anything?
I’ll chip away through all the rubble
And find some chips of treasure:
A good idea, a rhyme sometimes
An ending for good measure.
If I look behind the bend of
My experience, I am told,
I sometimes search around and find:
Oho! I have struck gold!
Sometimes the things I’m looking for
Come in dreams I almost forgot
Possibly a hanging wish
Or an accidental thought.
When my cart of pleasure is filled so full
I take it to where I can melt
And spin my bits of treasure to
Something witty or heartfelt.
Then, I hurry back to my cavern
Of infinite fascination
And pick away at all my thoughts;
Mining for my inspiration.