The Joy of Giving

Oh, what a joy it is to give!
What a pleasant thing
To see the smile on someone's face
That a simple gift can bring.

I feel so happy afterwards
That I truly believe
That Jesus is right when he says
It's better to give than receive.

Beach Ball Planet and the Attack of the Darts

Life on the beach ball planet was good.
There were lots of swimming pools and plenty of food.
Every day the beach balls had lots of fun
Laughing and splashing, playing under the sun.
No one suspected that they were in danger
Until the attack of Dart Mcbranger.
After the beach balls were in bed for the night
Dart Mcbranger and his spaceship came into sight!
If anyone had bothered to listen to me
They would have been better prepared to flee.
For I had know since I was a little tyke
That Dart Mcbranger would once again strike.
I still remember that fateful day
When that old dart took my father away!
I don't think I'll ever get him back. . .
Anyway, the townsballs seem to have forgotten about that!
For Dart Mcbranger's visit was quite a shock;
Balls were running and screaming up and down the block!
Dart Mcbranger's darts gathered in the town square
And yelled"Surrender beach balls everywhere!"
Nervously we crept toward them.
Dart Mcbranger laughed. "Need some encouragement?"
And then, very suddenly, before we could blink,
He pricked old man Round Head, and he started to shrink!
I gasped. "You old meanie, we'll get even with you!"
The townsballs cried,"If it's the last thing we do!"
"Really? I'm scared! Look, I'm turning green!"
Dart Mcbranger laughed. Oh, he was mean!
I walked up to him 'til we were nose to nose.
"Dart Mcbranger," I said. "You have jelly on your toes."
Before he could look down, I punched him flat!
Next thing I knew he was on his back.
"Come on, beach balls!" I yelled. "We can take 'em!"
And with a shout they rushed toward the dart men.
The darts got off the planet, every one.
And the beach balls went back to having fun.
Old man Round Head was taken to the hospital,
And they restored him, round head and all.
That's the story of how the beach balls were saved.
And now that it's done, I'm gonna swim in the lake.

My Poems

  I started a book of poems about a year ago, and since then it's gained 43 pages of poems. My uncle Joel helped me self-publish some of them when we went to visit him. You can see and buy the book by going here.
  I decided to put some of my poems here so you can read them too. Here are a few of my favorite ones:

The Waterfall

See the water flowing in the river
Moving ceaselessly along
Music bubbles, issues forth
The music of the river's song

Here comes a cliff, a fall, a drop,
But the water never stops
It falls, it's going down
Rushing to meet the ground
Landing with a soft plip, plop

The water's falling, here it comes
Catching the light of the sun
The drops form a rainbow
It is high, now it's low
On and on the river runs

Beautiful, majestic, amazing handiwork of God
Powerful, glorious, wonderful handiwork of God

A waterfall



I Want to Be

I want to be the kind of girl
Who always loves and gives no reason to hate
I want to be the kind of girl
Who gets up and the devil says "Oh no, she's awake"

I want to be the kind of girl
Who always knows and chooses what's right
I want to be the kind of girl
Who's always cheerful, spreading God's joy and might

Forever I'll always be
Living for God
A light for all to see

That I have a wonderful peace
And that God gives us hope
He gives us reason to rejoice
When we're at the end of our rope

Forever I'll live for you, Lord
Always spreading your word

Because I am a daughter of Christ

Narrative Poem

The Mouse in the Mail

Did I tell you the story of the mouse in the mail?
No? Well then, I will tell you his tale.
One day little Betsy found a small mouse;
She decided to bring it right into the house.
When her mother saw it she gave a loud shout,
"Get it out, get it out, get it out, out out!"
Betsy didn't want to let the little mouse go.
So she came up with a plan, a bad one, you know.
She decided to send the mouse right through the mail!
"I'll send you to Jack," she said, stroking his tail.
So Betsy got a pretty large box;
Unfortunately, it attracted a fox.
This time sweet Betsy just had to be rude:
Shaking her fist she cried,"Go away, you!"
When the fox had gone she took the box to her mother.
"Would you please mail this to my brother?"
"Of course, my little sweet Betsy dear,"
She said. Betsy grinned from ear to ear.
The poor little mouse didn't know what to think!
He was being lifted before he could blink.
Betsy's mother took him to the post office to mail;
The mouse ran around nervously chasing his tail.
Betsy's mother said, "Can you mail this to my son Jack?"
"Of course," the attendant replied."Be right back."
She came back and gave the box to the UPS man.
"Can you take this to Jack?" The man said,"I sure can."
He drove for half-an-hour, not very long
Until he stopped and said,"This is where you belong."
He went to the porch and rang the doorbell.
"A package for you from Mrs. Campbell."
"Thank you very much," Jack said. "Good-bye.
"Have a nice day." the man said,"I sure will try."
Jack took the box into the house.
When he opened it he was shocked to find a live mouse!
He must have liked the gift Betsy sent
Because he decided to keep the rodent.
Now you know all of my little tale
'Cause there isn't any more to tell of the mouse in the mail.

Two New Haikus

Snowflakes fall gently;
White against the darker shade
Of the evergreens.

Wind blows; leaves rustle.
Shivering,I wrap my coat
Around my body.

Limerick

Here's a limerick I made up last night:

There once was a man who loved to eat
Fruits, vegetables, candy and meat.
But one day he stopped,
For his belly had popped,
And all that was left were his feet.

The Zoo

Yesterday we went to the zoo. Here's a poem to tell you what we did:

A Trip to the Zoo
By Charis Jacobson

My family and I
Went to the zoo;
We saw lions, monkeys,
And a rhinoceros too.

We saw an elephant
Put on a show;
We all wanted
More fun, so...

We took a ride
On the merry-go-round
Spinning this way,
And going up and down.

We saw a giraffe
Eat his lunch.
We were hungry,
So we ate our lunch.

We looked at the bonobos
And saw a baby
Sitting on the lap
Of mama monkey

We rode the train
Around the tracks
Saw ducks and goats
And then came back.

We saw some fish
Swim in a tank
And saw wild cats
In their cage.

We came home
And had ice cream
Going to the zoo
Was such a treat!

The zoo was so much fun! I think my favorite was the baby bonobo. He was sitting on his mama's lap, and when we came and looked at him he put his hands and nose on the glass and stared at us. He was so cute!

Another one of my favorites was the elephant. He nodded his head, balanced on the tree stump, lifted his foot and his trunk and held his pose, then he got down, danced, backed up, and skipped forward. He got a treat for each trick he did.

That's all we did. But it was so much fun!!!

Shooting Star Poem

A Shooting Star

A yellow flash
Shines in the night.
I stare
At the air.
So near,
Yet so far,
A shooting star.

Simple Pleasure Hiakus

Robin
I hear a robin
Peeping in a nearby tree.
Its sound is joyful.

Wind Rushing
As I ride my bike
I can hear the wind rushing.
A sound of nature.

Water Patterns
I watch as water
Trickles down the driveway in
A simple pattern.

God's Sun
The sun is shining.
It is a beautiful day
Created by God.

Autumn
Leaves fall to the ground.
Nature is all around me.
It is a fall day.

Rain
When I listen I
Can hear the pit-ter pat-ter of
The rain falling down.

Sounds of the Night
A cricket chirping.
Dogs barking somewhere nearby.
An owl hooting.

A Dog
A nice lady is
Taking a dog for a walk.
The dog sniffs my hand.

Flowers
The smell of pretty
New flowers blooming with so
Many bright colors.

The Trees
Ever so many
Tall trees waving in the wind.
What a sight to see.
Branches move slightly.
Leaves rustle gently, with a
Soft, wonderful sound.
So many different
Colors of green leaves adorn
The trees that I see.

Pictures
Looking at pictures
Brings back different memories
Of times and places.

Smoke
Smoke of a fire
Curling up a chimney and
Climbing to the sky.

Kittens
As I watch kittens
Play, I'm filled with happiness.
Play, young kittens, play.

Ripples in the Water
Throw a rock into
Water. Watch the ripples get
Bigger and bigger.

Piano Music
Playing music on
The piano is fun to do,
And fun listening to.

You may wonder why I'm writing haiku's. I don't know myself. I just had this idea a few days ago: I could write simple pleasure haiku's. However, after I wrote 32 of them, I couldn't think of much other simple pleasures. So I thought of an idea for a book. Each chapter could be different kinds of haiku's. I didn't write ALL 32 of my haiku's on this post. That would be too much. So I just wrote 24 of them. You may think that "The Trees" haiku isn't a haiku at all. But it is. It's just a poem with 3 haiku's in it. Well, That's all I have to write about.

A Cute Boy and a Poem

Today at lunch we were reading sonlight reading, and right in the middle of it we were interrupted by a loud "Ha-yeah-a-yeah!" from Lucan. We all turned and looked at him and he smiled a big smile as if he was pleased with himself (and I think he was!) and let out a laugh. I guess he just wanted some attention. After all, Mom was getting all the attention!

Here's a little poem and a Japanese poem I made up about spring:

Snow is melting,
Bee's are buzzing,
Flower's are blooming,
Spring is coming!

When I look outside
I see the sun shining and
The flowers blooming.

Spider Story

I bet you're wondering what the title is all about. I don't have a story about a spider to write about. Spider is the name of a magazine I get every other month or so. So why is the title of this blog entry Spider Story? Well, I'll tell you. At the back of every Spider magazine is a This month for Spider's corner. This part of the magazine tells of a drawing, or poem, or a story that the kids who get Spider magazine can send in, and for this month it's a 150 word story. I had never sent in a drawing, or anything before, so I was really excited when I saw what it was for this month. I asked Mom and Dad the day before yesterday about it, and they said I could send in a story, if I could get it mailed tomorrow, which was yesterday. I bet they didn't think I could do it, but I could. The story is on its way to Illinois right now! The reason I had to get it mailed on the 21st of January was because the story had to get there by the 25th so that they could put their favorites in the May/June Spider magazine. I'm really excited. I absolutely can not wait to get the May/June Spider magazine. It won't be the next magazine because I just got the January magazine. Now I bet you're wondering what my 150 word story was about that I sent in. Well, I'll tell you. I thought I could send in a poem called Follow Your Dreams that I made up. But Mom said that I probably shouldn't send in a poem, because they wanted a story. But I wanted to write a poem anyway, so I wrote a poem about Kenna called My Sister. Maybe you want to read it? I guess you can.

My Sister, by Charis Jacobson.
I have a little sister,
Her name is Kenna.
That's not how she says it,
It sounds like Nenna!

She gets into
All sorts of trouble,
In the bath,
She eats the bubbles.

Here are some
Of the things she's done:
Scribble on the wall,
Run away at the mall.

Every single day,
She has fun,
In every single way,
Under the sun.

We play a game,
She runs and hides,
I come and find her,
When I count to five.

She likes to hop,
like a bunny.
In other ways,
She's very funny.

She's very loud
When she screams.
But she also really likes
Ice cream.

When I tickle her,
She laughs and smiles,
But when she's mad,
She's mad for a while.

When I go away,
She says ggrrr,
And that's really all I have
To say about her.
My little sister.

Like it? Mom really likes it. She says it's a great poem, but I should probably save it for a poetry contest, because they want a story. The story I wrote is about: Kenna scribbles on the wall with a pencil, and a week later, she finds the markers. It is exactly 150 words. Well, I guess I'd better go. Mom wants me to clean up the office. :-( Well, see you next time.