The Hawk

Although it had claws and talons sharp
The hawk lived only to play the harp
It was a gentle bird that did not hunt
Instead, it liked to perform daring stunts
Like flying backwards and tumbling in the air
He inherited an underground lair
Most birds don’t like those kinds of homes
But the hawk just took material and built a dome
And lived content with lots of butter
Until he grew so fat he couldn’t even putter.


This is one of my poems. I hope you like it.


Adora

Exercpt From Spoiled Prince

Garrick eyed the yolky slop doubtfully, twitching uncertainly.
“Ma, it ain’t muggers’ time,” Gilbert whined, yolk dribbling down his chin. “I don’t see why I ain’t allowed to stay up like Neal! My friend,” he added as Garrick glanced at him.
“Neal is differently disciplined, Ariothis Gilbert Marson, and both your mother and I expect that you will react to our method differently,” Ralf said sharply, raising his eyebrows. “Therefore you will issue no complaints.” Gilbert was silent. Garrick stared at him sympathetically. When the young prince had lived at the royal palace he had been able to go to bed as late as he wished, listening to old Bard Rhem tell tales of the elder days and watching the court dwarves and jesters amuse the great ladies and lords.

Subsitute Teacher!!!

Subsitute Teacher!!!
Unfortunately, our writing teacher, Felisa Rogers, has taken ill. I am hired for the job! My lesson plan: Review Vocabulary: Bombastic
Pious Zenith
Vellum Insular
New Vocabulary:
Epic Solace
Mortified Ambivalent
Impersonate Insipid
Rapier Scrutinize
Uncouth
We will play a game of Hitchiker with both old and new vocabulary words. To make sure they really grasp the meaning of the words, I will have the students write short stories including as many vocabulary words as possible. The pupil with the most vocabulary words included wins...and who knows - I might have a treat for them after Recess. I will have a short Storytime in which the students present their articles, followed by reading from various history books and a fun pop quiz. If there is time, I will read aloud to them from a book of their choice.

Adora's poem and message to Peter Jennings

With great sadness, we say goodbye to Peter Jennings

"The Century for young people"
The book you madeWas excellent
It will remain in my mind forever,
never to fade
To those who haven't read it, I pity
For this is a great masterpiece
Those who are buying the book now will be all jitty
Because it is so great.
Jul 13, 2005 02:14 PM
Please click the link here to copy and paste to watch the video http://komo4news.com/stories/37924.htmto watch the touching tribute to Peter Jennings from Komo4 news
The touching tribute from Komo4 News
aroda
Jul 12, 2005 09:40 PM
SEATTLE - If you go to abc.com, to the message board for anchor Peter Jennings, you can read the heart-felt messages. "We miss you". And this: "A Poem for Peter Jennings". It's entitled: "We All Miss You." The touching tribute came from the tiny fingers of Adora Svitak. Adora is just 7-years-old. When the Redmond girl found out Peter Jennings had lung cancer, she wanted him to know: "We all want to hear your voice and when we do we shall rejoice." Adora became a fan six months ago when she met the anchorman. "Look at the expression on the picture. He's very attentive. He's really intrigued by her," says Adora's mother Joyce. She's referring to the pictures of Jennings and her daughter. Peter Jennings was on the set of Good Morning America in February. Adora Svitak was a guest on the show. GMA had found out about her after KOMO 4 News did a story about her -- Adora had written 300 short stories, and she was only 7 years old! At first, Adora didn't know who Peter Jennings was. "No, I thought he was part of the staff maybe," says Adora. Jennings was just as curious about Adora and her talents as we were. He watched her type 60 words a minute. He learned what we already knew: That Adora had written all those short stories. How many words? "270,000!" she says. Her words these days have a historical perspective, ever since Peter Jennings sent Adora his book, The Century. "I can write better because I'll know more facts," Adora says. Jennings signed it. "You are the future," he wrote. Adora wrote back: "You are the past, present, and future." One day Adora would love to see Peter Jennings again. Until then, she wants me to pass this message on: "I would want him to get better and really fast," she says. We all do.
Poem For Peter Jennings
aroda
Jul 10, 2005 09:13 PM
We All Miss You
We all miss you,
so come back soon
Even the babies are tapping the screen with silver spoons
We all want to hear your voice
And when we do, we shall rejoice.
The angry housewife has got all cross
Now the salmon's turned to moss
Just because you're absent from us
Nobody has the heart to catch the bus.

New Blog!

If you have been waiting to hear from me, you will have to wait no longer! Today is my grandma's birthday, so I'm just scraping up a little time to write this. Unfortunately, we were informed of the special occasion just before we were about to eat our dinner, so we were not prepared and all I could give my grandma was an extra-large pinecone. I was not terribly hungry, so I skipped the meal and chose to write this instead. Write back later!

Adora's Real Diary

July 18, 2005
Today Felisa came for the morning, as usual. We had to practice writing sentences with various vocabulary words (some old, some new, mostly new), and Felisa also read to us from A Wrinkle In Time. Since I don't have that much time to do it later, I do my typing while the other kids are downstairs doing their writing with Felisa. Then when it's time for recess, I go outside to the backyard to play with them while Felisa does editing on my story. After that, I go outside to the backyard to play with Darren and Adrianna, my older sister. When we're called back in, we have our lesson. At about 12: 00 we are dismissed from class and Adrianna and I go outside to play with Darren for about thirty minutes. When Darren leaves, Adrianna and I have lunch and take a nap. When our nap is over, we go downstairs and open the door for our afternoon teacher, Natasha. Our afternoon class lasts from 4:00 to 6:00. We usually go swimming after we have dinner.

Adora's first post.

Welcome to Adora's blog!
I hope that you all like my website, and that you have been finding the Ask Adora section useful. This is my first time to do a blog, so I'm really exicted. Do you find my poems to your liking? It's really just something I dabble in, so if you really prefer to read Shel Silverstien I'm not going to stop you. If you have any suggestions for a new story, just email me.