For my next #blogging4charity challenge, I will need help from all my readers and followers of Dyslexia and Me! Yes, that means you!
I want to raise as much money this year as I can for the British Dyslexia Association by boldly going on my very own Apollo Mission!!! Read the rest of this entry
I hated English at school. I hated reading out loud and I could never read books in time for the book reviews. However, I LOVED poetry! I love writing it, I loved reading it and I loved analysing it.
I remember when I dropped out of my English class (after asking for help for weeks from school) one of the girls came up to me and said she couldn’t understand why I was dropping out because I was the only person in the class that seemed to ‘get’ poetry. To me a lot of it seemed very obvious to me and I thought it was people just being shy about putting up their hands. Apparently there was more to it than that. Read the rest of this entry
When I was 10 I sang this on stage for three nights in a row in a school concert. I wasn’t going to be given the part. I auditioned for so many different parts, but the music teacher didn’t want any of the p6 students to take any of the main parts. Any time there were auditions there was the same girls going forward and rejected because she only wanted p7s to get the parts. Read the rest of this entry
Somewhere over the rainbow
A long way from school
There’s a daydreamer drifting
Trying to change the rules.
Should she walk the yellow path
Or should she pick the red?
No guidance from the Munchkin host
Or signposts overhead. Read the rest of this entry
From a young age, I always had a huge interest in the island of Ireland, both Northern Ireland and the Republic of Ireland. I always remember wanting to go to visit or even to move there. Some of my favourite music comes from Ireland as well as favourite actors, TV programs etc. Here is my blog celebrating the Emerald Isle! Read the rest of this entry
In the light of day
I see the shadows move.
They encircle and dance
And twist their way through
The letters on the page.
The words start to party
As the disco lights begin.
Flashing all the colours
So they don’t blend or fit in
With the letters on the page. Read the rest of this entry
Is it funny that I cannot swim?
And struggle trying to keep trim?
My problems with coordination,
Make any sport a sheer frustration.
Is it funny that I can’t ride a bike?
That my balance skills went out on strike?
So when I climbed a tree or wall,
I was sure that I would always fall. Read the rest of this entry