I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud: half dingy

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Monday, July 25, 2011

If you are still confused from yesterdays photo, here is the explanation :)

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Labels: half dingy, interesting dingy, strange boat

Sunday, July 24, 2011

Crazy Boaties!

I also was a little confused when I first saw this photo of my brother, Nathaniel.

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Labels: half a boat, half dingy, Nathaniel Deverell, whangaroa harbour

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I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud: My name is Felicity and I try to live up to it! Faith is my second name, so both together mean happiness through faith. I am 18, homeschooled, and I live in a family of 6 siblings though all but me and my younger brother have left the nest to try out their wings. Somehow I don't think mine will be grown enough for flying for some time... So in the mean time I spend my days studying, drawing and painting, riding my horse, and keeping the family feed while my loving mother spends her days writing down her life.

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Letters

Letter One (Dear Amelia
Letter Two (Dear Bethy)
Letter Three (Dear Amelia)
Letter Four (Dear Amelia)
Letter Five (Dear Amelia)

I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud: William Wordsworth

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed---and gazed---but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

My Beautiful Horse

Tigger (QHxTB)

Quote from Frost

A poet never takes notes. You never take notes in a love affair.

Unsinkable

The Inkpen Authoress

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