Tuesday

I'm taking a break from English, I've been writing for a solid hour now and have three whole pages to show for it, I was supposed to have seven done for today. I technically have five right now but I am in the process of revising them so I am counting them as three. It is going to be a very long week but on the plus side I finally obtained a job to work through this summer with. I am currently working three jobs but two of them end at the end of the school year so I looked for one so I could make money during the summer, and I actually got it!
I am a little excited, I get to work with shoes. I kind of love fashion.
Moving on, this week, like a said previously, is going to be very long. It's almost Easter. He is almost here. Yep, Him, the One, the great I Am is almost here. Kind of exciting to think about. To think about Him rising from the dead. There is a great deal of hope in that. He is rising from the dead, we will rise to be with Him. So much unbelievable hope.
Yay! Finally at four pages, now three more for today, ugh.
Okay, it has now been two hours.
And I have a new poem for you guys. I actually have two or three but because you have been incredible and reading through my rambling I'll only give you one so you do not have to read anymore and write up the other one's later.

Here at the end of the road,
There are dragons, and goblins, and ghouls.
And a lone little creature,
With the unlikeliest features,
Who hollers and yowls and sobs.
Here at the end of the road,
There's a maiden who looks like a toad.
Her parents mourn her features,
But the maid just picks up the creature,
And sings him a sad little song.
Here at the end of the road,
The song takes them all back home.
Where the maiden's a princess,
And the creature's a prince,
And together they happily live.
Here at the end of the road,
There are dragons,
And a soft little sob,
For a friend and a creature,
Has lost all their features,
And together they whisper goodnight.
Here at the end of the road,
There is a kiss, a love, a life.
And together they leave,
Singing a song in the eve,
Of a lonely maid and a frog.
Here at the end of the road,
There's a soft farewell and goodbye.
As a new young maiden
Holds a father and mother
and silently watches them die.
There at the end of the road.
A small family stands.
And quietly whispers a prayer,
For their loved ones
And watches them say goodbye.
Generations move forward,
And the group slowly forgets,
Why the end of the road is so loved.
Years later,
As the stars look down,
There will be someone to welcome the sun.
But a lonely small creature
will look up at the sun
Here at the end of the road
And sing it a sad little song.

ciao 4 now,
Arwen

P.S. Yes, this poem was composed in Biology.