Ginia

TAMMIE'S TERRIFIC TREASURES

sleep sleep with dreams dancing in my head

brings a smile to my face as if I've been touched by grace.

Hope hope tomorrow so bright brings me around with the

make believe and a child's silly tune delight me with laughter

I'll sleep again soon.

Ginia is a collection of special things I have come across.

Ginia is a looking glass into my habitat.

Ginia is like a rose with dew on its petals.

Ginia is an angel dancing on the point of a needle.

Ginia, I hope you'll enjoy it, as I do.

Sweet little girls full of sugar and spice

their everything that is beautiful and nice.

sweet little dresses all fixed up with bows

they like to dress up and then like to pose.

their happy and healthy and full of good cheer.

they don't even expect they'll grow old with the years.

"Angels winging near the earth guide all eager feet

and bells ring out the joyous birth of a babe so sweet."

there's angels among us!!!

I saw them through the dense wooded forest, taking out guns and bows and arrorws as if they had the right. I wandered to myself what were they going to chase after. It soon became clear as a beautiful 10 point buck came in to view.. I, being an avid animal lover decided to scream towards the dear to try and scare it off. "Get,Get Going? I shouted as fierce and loud as I could. sure enough

it startled the dear and he took off through the woods quickly. The hunters got off a few shots but thankfully they missed him this time. They were terribly angry with me. But I did'nt care, I explained to them how deer are much like humans in that they have one partner and a family, which they have feelings for like love. I explained how animals can get lonely, depressed, excited or any other emotions that we experience. They grieve when you kill a mate or child or parent. Who are you to play God with these lives, and treat them as if they are of no importance. If you kill for a sport, or to stuff the carcas this is wrong. In todays society you don't have to kill animals and consume their flesh in order to lead a happy healthy life. So, There it is, I have every right to save the life of a creature who has feelings. No wander wildlife is so frightened of people. save our deer.

Within His Eyes
by Lisa Noe,

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The look in the tigers’ eye was one of misery, as he slept near the entrance of the makeshift cage in the city zoo. As I peered at him through the bars I could tell he had had it hard. I wondered what had happened to him to give him this tormented look. Had he been abused by his captors or lost his mate?

I watched as the zoo-keeper fed the poised beast. The tiger took the leg of meat and sunk his sharp fangs into it, tearing it apart. He then proceeded to lick the bone and then he washed himself. This didn’t change the fact that he was a prisoner being peered at by passers-by. He was once a great hunter, self reliant, self sufficient, and free to roam the wilderness as he pleased.

That’s the look that’s in his eye, yes, it is hopelessness. He's yearning to break free, to live a life without control. He’s not a spectacle to be glared at. He is a proud and strong creature, created by the same God that created us all. He needs not to be chained and confined. He needs to run free, catching his own food.

laugh and the world laughs with you.

life is like a gift, wrap yourself well.