We will never bring disgrace to this, our city, by any act of dishonesty or cowardice, nor ever desert our suffering comrades in the ranks. We will fight for the ideals and sacred things of the city, both alone and with many; we will revere and obey the city's laws and do our best to incite a like respect and reverence in those above us who are prone to annul or set them at naught; we will strive unceasingly to quicken the public sense of civic duty. Thus in all these ways we will transmit this city not only less, but greater than it was transmitted to us.
Thursday, January 14, 2010
Thursday, December 31, 2009
Monday, December 28, 2009
"Clara Barton" By; Rosemary and Stephen Vincent Benét

(December 25, 1821 – April 12, 1912)
Clara Barton was a Civil War patriot. She became known as the Angel of the Battlefield because she nursed the wounded soldiers. Later she established the American red Cross.
Brave Clara Barton
Stood beside her door,
Clara Barton went to work
Brave Clara Barton
Stood beside her door,
And watched young soldiers
March away to war.
"The flags are very fine,"she said,
"The drums and trumpets thrilling.
But what about the wounds
When the guns start killing?"
But what about the wounds
When the guns start killing?"
Clara Barton went to work
To help keep men alive,
And never got a moment's rest
Till eighteen-sixty-five.
She washed and she bandaged,
She shooed away the flies,
She hurried in nurses,
She begged for supplies.
She cared for the wounded
And comforted the dying,
With no time for sleep
And still less for crying.
Clara Barton went abroad
When the war was ended.
Hoping for a little peace
Now that things had mended.
Clara found, as soon,
As her foot touched shore,
that she'd come just in time
For the Franco-Prussians War.
After that, her life, for her,
Held but little rest,
With famine in the East
And earthquakes in the West.
Floods, Drowning Johnstown,
Hurricanes in Texas,
Fires out in Michigan,
Things that fright and vex us.
In between the hurry calls,
Never at a loss,
She founded and established
The merciful Red Cross.
Battle, murder, sudden death,
Called for Clara Barton.
No one ever called in vain.
Clara was a Spartan.
Saturday, November 28, 2009
Thanksgiving
Happy Thanksgiving everyone!:)))) I'm having a good time at conference. Looking forward to vacation!
Thursday, November 19, 2009
Sunday, November 15, 2009
Saturday, November 14, 2009
My First Song/Poam
(tune: I'm a Little Tea Pot)
I'm a little maple, oh so small,
In years ahead, I'll grow so tall!
With a lot of water, sun, and air,
I will soon be way up there!
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Deep inside the soil my roots are found,
Drinking the water underground.
Water from the roots my trunk receives,
Then my trunk starts making leaves.
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As I start to climb in altitude,
Leaves on my branches will make food.
Soon my trunk and branches will grow wides,
And I'll grow more bark outside!
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I will be a maple very tall,
Losing my leaves when it is fall.
But when it is spring, new leaves will show.
How do trees grow? Now you know!
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