God's Own Choir

God’s Own Choir

by

Zachoia Cooper
(age 14)

Upward there shines a twinkling star

I see it through the shades, ajar

I close my eyes then look again

Light piercing black, come from afar

Behold, upward, a shining star

Downward, there grows a blade of grass

To cheer a lad, to cheer a lass

I smile, too, whene’er I gaze

Outside, beyond my window glass

Behold, downward, a blade of grass

Heav'n bound, there goes a blazing spark

Against the black, the change is stark

Of embers bursting upon the scene

To alleviate the pressing dark

Behold, heav'n bound, a blazing spark

Earthbound, there falls a drop of rain

To fall on mountain, hill, or plain

It falls, then drains, evaporates

Becomes a cloud, then falls again

Behold, earthbound, a drop of rain.

Drops of rains form bogs of mire

(The rain condensed from raining prior)

Stars illuminate night air

A blade of grass, a spark of fire

Creation sings, tis God’s own choir.

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Some Fun Limericks

There Was a Young Girl from Cancun

by Zachoia Cooper

There was a young girl from Cancun

Who said, "It's much, much too soon

To get up when the sun

Has a new day begun."

That lazy girl from Cancun

Twirling

by Abby Degnan

There once was a little girl,
Who said she was able to twirl,
She tried it twice.
She did it thrice,
But all that came out was hurl.

There Was an Old Lady from Troy

by Zachoia Cooper

There was an old lady from Troy

Who would tease and harass and annoy.

When I said "It's a nice day!"

She would say, "It's okay,

But really it's not much of a joy."

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"The Wrath of Cloud"

(photo by Mid Pix)

The Wrath of a Cloud

by

Zachoia Cooper

(age 14)

The day starts new with just a hint

Of a dreary day, with just a tint

of gray

The day progresses, clouds start to creep

Takes unaware the sun, that sleeps 

defenseless

Northward a dark cloud is observed

After a bright sky it seems absurd

That it would rain

But very soon the sky is dark

The cloud makes a smug remark

I’m stealthy

Then boom, bang, pitter-patter,crash 

The sky dumps water, people dash

For shelter

The water level seems extreme

The road is now a raging stream

Temporarily

The scene becomes a massive blur

Not a living creature stirs

They’re hiding

From the mighty rain, powerful, strong

The mighty rain, now almost gone

Just a drizzle

The sun wakes up and gets clue

That everything is left askew

When he is lazy

He chases away the mighty cloud 

Everything shimmers, he is proud

Of the beauty

The cloud has given the earth a bath

So it would not forget his wrath

Again

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Thurston Bhurston and Deep, Deep Goo

Thurston Bhurston, and Deep, Deep Goo

by

Zachoia Cooper

(age 14)

Once there was a man named Thurston Bhurston who liked to invent stuff. All kinds of stuff. All kinds of useless stuff. He liked to make noisy stuff and stuff with bright lights and fast-moving stuff, but never any useful stuff. People always said that some day he would get in deep goo if he continued to waste all his time making stuff. People waited for that time to come. In the mean time, his stuff drove people crazy. All that STUFF!!!!!!! 

Then, one morning a policeman came into town. He said “I have a complaint from the town 1,200 miles from here called Milltown. They say that noises come from your town day and night. It drives them crazy. I am here to investigate.” 

“Oh, oh.” people said. “ That Thurston Bhurston is sure in deep goo now.”

But the policeman just listened for a second then said “ Ha! I knew that it was nothing. The people in Milltown are crazy to think they can hear noises from a town 1,200 miles away.”

Then he left.

About a month later, another policeman came. “ I have a complaint from Milltown. They say that noises come from your town day and night. Not only that, but occasionally they see bright lights. It drives them crazy. I am here to investigate.” 

“ Oh, oh.” people said. “ That Thurston Bhurston is sure in deep goo now.”

But the police man just went to the town square, looked around and said “I don’t see anything. I’ll just go home. I really didn’t believe that the people in Milltown could hear noises and see lights from 1,200 miles away. They must just be crazy people.” 

Then he left.

About a month after that, another policeman came.

“Listen up. I have a complaint from Milltown saying that they hear loud noises and see bright flashes of light morning, noon, and night. And to add insult to injury, they feel strong gusts of wind coming from your town.

“ Oh, oh.” people said. “ That Thurston Bhurston is sure in deep goo now.”

But the police man just closed his eyes and stood still for a moment then said “Just as I suspected. I don’t feel anything. I must go now seeing as I have an important meeting with the police chief. Maybe they can hear noises and see lights but it just wouldn’t be possible for the people of Milltown to feel anything from 1,200 miles away. They must be a little crazy.” 

Then he left.

About a month after that, another policeman came. “ I have a complaint from Milltown. They say that the other policemen didn’t solve any of their problems. It drives them crazy. I am here to investigate.” 

“Oh, great.” people said. “ Here we go again.”

All of the sudden, they heard a loud noise followed by bright, flashing lights, and they felt something rush past them. The thing turned around and went back towards Thurston Bhurston’s workshop. Then they heard a loud crash. People ran toward the workshop. When they looked inside, it was quite a sight. Thurston Bhurston sat on the floor, covered by all this deep, slimy, goo.

“What happened!?!?!?” people cried.

“Well, I made a machine solely out of goo. The goo reflects the sun to make bright lights, and the grooves in the machine are designed to make noise when it drives. I designed it in such a way that when it went really fast, the pressure held it together. I just forgot that it would fall apart once it stopped.”

“Hmmm.” said the policeman. “Thinking of that was pure genius. And you make machines that bothered the people of Milltown from 1,200 miles away. Your talents seem to be going to waste on all this stuff. There is a government position for inventors to invent stuff to help the army, policemen, firemen and many other people. How would you like to join?”

“It’s a deal!” Thurston Bhurston shouted. He packed up his things and he and the policeman left.

Now people still talk about Thurston Bhurston. They are enjoying the peace and quiet. The people of Milltown are too. Thurston Bhurston has actually made some important contribution to America.

          And people still laugh and say “ Oh,oh. That Thurston Bhurston sure got himself in deep, deep, goo.”  

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You Sing, I Sing

You Sing, I Sing

by

Zachoia Cooper

(age 14)

You sing

I sing

We all sing

Seems that from from day to day

One simple truth remains the same.

You sing 

I sing

We all sing

Jesus, God, was born, he died, he rose, he went to heaven

And he made sure that we can go there too.

You sing 

I sing 

We all sing

And our songs lifts to the skies

And beyond. Happy are we.

My First Solo

by Zachoia Cooper

Recently, I had a solo part in the children's choir at our church. When I stood up in front of my mother, father, and all the congregation, I was not sure that I could sing my verse without momentarily forgetting the words. Thankfully, God reminded me that I was singing to His glory, not my own. After that, I was able to sing calmly and joyfully with a heart full of praise.

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Seasons and Flowers

The Seasons

Hot Drinks

Sledding

Skating Rinks

Icicles

New Flowers

School Ending

Rain Showers

Bicycles

Vacation

Going to the Pool

Anticipation

For the Fair

Leaves Fall

Start of School

Football

Brisk air

Winter: Old

Spring: New

Summer: Slow

Autumn: Brisk

Flowers

by

Zachoia Cooper

(age 13)

Flowers come in a great variety of kinds, and in a rainbow of colors. 

 Poppies, which are a brilliant red with black in the middle of their cups, have only one middle-sized flower on the stem and can cover whole fields with their blossoms. 

The Canary's Vine flower is most unusual, for the flowers yellow which creep along the vine look like they have wings! 

Nasturtiums are huge, orange flowers which grow on a squash-like plant. Although some would think that they are scraggly weeds, a closer look at the at a clump of mignonette reveals that the stalks actually have little white flowers. 

Similarly,the blue cornflower might not seem like anything more than a weed when seen strewn across a field, but they are really very beautiful if you take a closer look. 

Though they come in many different kinds, shapes, colors, and sizes, all flowers are unique, wonderful creations of God.

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"Clouds, Climbing, and Castle Conversations"

(photo by Mid Sutsman) 

Clouds, Climbing, and Castle Conversations.

by Zachoia Cooper

(age 13) 

“Look at that cloud! It looks like a fast runner.”

“That cloud looks like a fire-breathing dragon and―why are you giggling?”

“Because the grass blades tickle my neck as we lie here, and ants crawl on me and tickle me more.” 

“I don’t like the tickling grass and ants. That is why I will sit up now. 
Look! That cloud looks like a lazy stream."

“And that cloud looks like a tree. Hey! Want to go climb a tree?”

“Sure! How high up can you go?”

“I went all the way to the top of that oak once. My mom got scared and made me get down, though.” 

“Well, I am climbing this maple. Ho! See me here on my throne? Look and fear, for I am the great--albeit evil--Jim-Jim the Judge! You are my prisoner. The prison is the rock, by the way. Go!”

“Ha! Well, I’m Fred-Fred the Friendly and I am mighty! I just tore down the wall of the dungeon. I’m free. Come chase me.”

“I will get you!”

“Uh-uh! Catch me if you can!” 

“Stop! Your mom is calling you for dinner, so I automatically win.”

“But you’re the bad guy.”

“Oh yeah. OK, I lose. Well, bye. See you tomorrow.”

“Bye. We can play Castle again tomorrow!”

“Yeah! Now my mom is calling me for dinner. OK, bye.”

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All the Children of the World

All the Children of the World

by 

Zachoia Cooper 
(age 13)

Black and yellow, brown and red

All these colors on our heads

Light brown, dark brown, medium shade  

On our skin was lovingly laid

Blue, green, brown, gray, and black eyes

Kids of every height and size

God made unique boys and girls

All the children of the world. 

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SUNSHINEY LIMERICKS

SUNSHINEY LIMERICKS

by Zachoia Cooper

(age 13)

There was a Young Girl from Cancun 

There was a young girl from Cancun

Who said, "It is much, much, too soon

To get up when the sun

Has a new day begun."

That lazy young girl from Cancun

There was an Old Lady from Troy

There was an old lady from Troy

Who would tease and harass and annoy

When I said, "A nice day!"

She would say, "It’s okay,

But it’s really not much of a joy."

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"A Non-Rhyme Poem"

 

 

A Non-Rhyme Poem 

by

Zachoia Cooper

(age 13)

 

 

 

Teacher says poems

That

Don’t 

Rhyme

Are Cool

She says I

Have

To

Write

One now

She says

It 

Is

A

School Assignment

She says

She

Knows 

I

Will write

(She says)

A 

Nice

one

Yes, Yes

She says

I 

Am

Greatly

Improving

Teacher says

I

Have

To

Write this.

Teacher says

So

I

Will

Do it.

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Winter Thoughts

Icicles

by

Zachoia Cooper

(age 13)

One of my favorite things about winter is the icicles. They look so pretty and they are fascinating. When the snow melts, I can see icicles forming on the eaves of my roof from the dining room window. Drip! Drip! They are formed one drop at a time. From my vantage point, they catch the sun and shine like diamonds. This adds to the already gorgeous sight of the snow covered houses, yards, and roads. Sometimes, when I am outside, I break icicles off the bushes and study them.  I hold them up to the sun so these icicles can catch the sun, too. Then, I try to melt the them.   There is one icicle that I cannot melt. I have never broken it off the roof because it would be too hard. This icicles forms above my deck at the end of the gutter when it snows really hard. When all the snow melts, it forms a gigantic icicle. The thickest point can get to be almost as big as my fist. My siblings and I like to see get bigger and bigger.  So when winter comes around, I always look forward to the gorgeous, sun-catching, fascinating, icicles.

Three Reasons

Winter is my favorite season

And it will always be

If you ever ask the reason

I will give you three

One, it snows and it is cold

Much preferred to heat

Two, when snow covers autumn’s gold

It makes the earth white and neat

Three, winter is the arrival sign

Of the season of basketball

And it is a cozy time

To be with family, friends, and all

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The Ancient World

The Ancient World

by

Zachoia Cooper

(age 13)

 

Mesopotamia, 

Two fast, flowing rivers

Singing the river’s sweet song

And towering, colossal ziggurats

So imposing and strong.

and

Egypt, 

With cold-hearted pharaohs

Worshiped as god, yet just king

Gigantic, wondrous pyramids

A tomb when the death bells would ring.

and

Israel, 

God’s holy, perfect law

That still stands true today.

the Holy of Holies-required

“Til Jesus took our sins away

and

Babylon,

The ornate Ishtar Gate

Magnificent, lovely and, blue

Lush, flowering Hanging Gardens

An elegant sight to view

and

Greece,

Exalted,canonized gods

Mythical, pagan, not there.

Skillful athletes (or Olympians)

Compete with prestige and fanfare

and

Rome, 

With greedy, corrupt emperors

Make Rome bigger than it should be

They send their fierce,clever armies

Capturing city after city.

The Ancient World

Malicious, magnificent, mysterious

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"Success" and "First Solo"

SUCCESS

by

Zachoia Cooper

(age 13)

The word ‘success’ needs to be defined because it is often used to describe temporal success instead of lasting success. Some antonyms of this term are failure, loss, defeat and flop. Some synonyms are triumph, victory and achievement; success can also mean personal prosperity. Success is similar to wealth and fame but these things are more transient than lasting success. While success can mean the attainment of profit, a deeper meaning would be winning in the game of life. Christians have success because they have found the answers to life. The best kind of success isn’t just being wealthy or famous. It is having a relationship with Jesus Christ.

MY FIRST SOLO

by

Zachoia Cooper

Recently, I had a solo part in the children's choir at our church. When I stood up in front of my mother, father, and all the congregation, I was not sure that I could sing my verse without momentarily forgetting the words. Thankfully, God reminded me that I was singing to His glory, not my own. After that, I was able to sing calmly and joyfully with a heart full of praise.

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