The Musings of a Young Girl
This book 'The Musings of a Young Girl' is written by Rebecca Mary John, a young girl of 12 years. She was born in Kerala, India and did her early school education there. When she was seven years old she came to Dubai, UAE. Rebecca composing poems since the tender age of eight. Her poems are based on various topics and mostly related to her age .While going to school in her father’s car she noted things around her & started discussing and conjuring poetry. Thus her early poems took concrete shape mostly while travelling. She used to jot down these lines on bits of paper and once she came back home she would put the finishing touches. The journey from the early poem ‘Torn Shaun’ to ‘The Cross’ depicts her progression as a poetess. The steady progress over the years is clearly seen in this book where her poems are displayed in the order of age (with the exception of the introductory poem ‘A Poetess’ Journey’.).Rebecca is also a meritorious student. Additionally, she is a voracious reader who also engages in coin collection, stamp collection and singing.
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The Musings of a Young Girl
This book 'The Musings of a Young Girl' is written by Rebecca Mary John, a young girl of 12 years. She was born in Kerala, India and did her early school education there. When she was seven years old she came to Dubai, UAE. Rebecca composing poems since the tender age of eight. Her poems are based on various topics and mostly related to her age .While going to school in her father’s car she noted things around her & started discussing and conjuring poetry. Thus her early poems took concrete shape mostly while travelling. She used to jot down these lines on bits of paper and once she came back home she would put the finishing touches. The journey from the early poem ‘Torn Shaun’ to ‘The Cross’ depicts her progression as a poetess. The steady progress over the years is clearly seen in this book where her poems are displayed in the order of age (with the exception of the introductory poem ‘A Poetess’ Journey’.).Rebecca is also a meritorious student. Additionally, she is a voracious reader who also engages in coin collection, stamp collection and singing.
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This book 'The Musings of a Young Girl' is written by Rebecca Mary John, a young girl of 12 years. She was born in Kerala, India and did her early school education there. When she was seven years old she came to Dubai, UAE. Rebecca composing poems since the tender age of eight. Her poems are based on various topics and mostly related to her age .While going to school in her father’s car she noted things around her & started discussing and conjuring poetry. Thus her early poems took concrete shape mostly while travelling. She used to jot down these lines on bits of paper and once she came back home she would put the finishing touches. The journey from the early poem ‘Torn Shaun’ to ‘The Cross’ depicts her progression as a poetess. The steady progress over the years is clearly seen in this book where her poems are displayed in the order of age (with the exception of the introductory poem ‘A Poetess’ Journey’.).Rebecca is also a meritorious student. Additionally, she is a voracious reader who also engages in coin collection, stamp collection and singing.
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ISBN-13: | 9781477292815 |
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Publisher: | AuthorHouse |
Publication date: | 12/18/2012 |
Sold by: | Barnes & Noble |
Format: | eBook |
Pages: | 48 |
File size: | 6 MB |
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The Musings of a Young Girl
By Rebecca Mary John
AuthorHouse
Copyright © 2012 Rebecca Mary JohnAll right reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-4772-9280-8
Chapter One
There was once a man called Shaun
Who was always very alone
He had a son named Ron
Who always played in the lawn
Shaun's clothes were torn
Because he fell on a bush of thorn
When he was standing eating corn
Listening to the sound of a horn
But, his son Ron
Always rejected a call
That was from his father Shaun
Whose clothes were torn
A Rainy Day of Summer
It's strange when it's rainy
When it's supposed to be sunny
It's weird when it's gloomy
When actually it should be happy
When the rain falls pitter-patter
The roads are flooded with water
My father sends me with money
To the market to buy honey
So we should go out with umbrellas that are funny
Each with the picture of a bunny
This will make the day supposed to be gloomy
Look extremely very funny
Two Bunnies
I have a little bunny
Who is very very funny
Her name is Crystal
Her eyes shine like crystal
She always nibbles the carrots
Like small baby parrots
When she eats the ones I give her
Oh! She looks cuter than ever
My other baby bunny
Who is also Oh! So cutey!
I would love to buy a little orchard
For my dear little Richard
He likes to sit in a corner
Like a little baby loner
Happily, he eats the leaves of cherry
The way we make Christmas merry
And if they cuddle together
It is just an amazing wonder
I love them as much as crystals or an orchard
My dear Crystal and Richard
Little Pickpocket
There was once a little clock
Who went tick-tock, tick-tock
His name was Pickpocket
And he ran like a rocket
He was indeed a cute thing
Who lived in a shiny ring
He lived like a king
As an alarm he used to sing
He ran round once in an hour
As if running for cover
Oh! So quickly he runs in a minute
All this in his cuckoo hut
Baby Daidy
Once there was a baby
Her name was Daidy
She was very cute
And she rode on a parachute
She liked to eat a carrot
With a little baby parrot
Its name was Mossy
Whose feathers were flossy
She liked to go to the bus stop
And see the lovely grocery shop
She thought she could climb a palm tree
Being called Miss. Miley
She got the first prize
In car racing thrice
She has stayed in Le Meridian
Thinking she was on Greenwich Meridian
Anyway she is a curious girl
And likes to be in a swirl
Of dreams and beeps
And all these in sleeps
My School
Lovely and happy is my school
It's the Indian High School
It's the best in the world
About it there is not one bad word
The children are friendly and good
Among them we're always in a funny mood
All of them are humorous
Though there might be false rumours
Even if the teachers are sometimes strict
All the angry thoughts disappear like mist
Because when the recess bell rings
Everyone jumps and sings
Books
Books are like dreams
With a lot of streams
Treasure Islands, Wonderlands
Uninhabited islands and Fairylands
On an odyssey they have taken me
With Alice, Crusoe and Smee
In their absence, all of them I'll miss
With them I am in a bliss
Others have introduced
Eclipses and many on which I have mused
From ABC to History
To isosceles triangle and many a mystery
I have read at least a thousand
I wish I had a mountain hollow and round
To keep all my books
And not in nooks.
Moments
Moments, moments.....
Well, what are they?
They are the happy times of the day
In them happiness and love are together sent
Moments, moments.....
Should not we keep them safely?
Capture them in a camera nicely?
For in them there is no dirt nor dent
Moments, moments......
How do you get them?
Whenever you have a special realm
Just call out "Here's a moment"
Moments, moments.......
So now you've understood
That they'll later give you things good
When you'll cherish your journey down the memory lane
My Grandparents
Some of the people I love the most are
Of course, our grandparents
Oh! What a mistake I've made so far
I meant, my grandparents
My grandmother is the best in the universe
Or much more better than that
She's always ready to converse
To me- be it about cat or rat
My grandfather seems to know about everything
We call him a walking encylopaedia
Sure he can differ a crash from a ring
And can also be called a Wikipedia
So both of my grandparents together
Give me fun and knowledge
Going to Disneyland is no better
And it's a wonderful privilege
Stars Going By and By
Seeing a star in the night sky
In the hustle and bustle of Dubai
Where you can only spy
A solitary star going by and by
Oh! I do so wonder at them and cry
They are light years away
A realm whose glow never will die
Going all by and by
It is difficult to see even five
For I wish I could see
Hundreds- as people say, in the sky
But I just see three going by and by
And I wish to see a night sky
Filled with thousands of twinkling diamonds
As I would stand there, watch and lie
Seeing them all go by and by
The Mystery of the Magic Chestnut Tree
There once grew a chestnut tree
Under which people liked to rest
Maybe after a shopping spree
Or probably a difficult test
But often walnuts and groundnuts
Hazelnuts, chestnuts and peanuts
All fell from tiny deep cuts
Found on the tree of chestnuts
The children jump in glee
When they see this pile of nuts
Falling out of the chestnut tree
Like the patter of rain on huts
What I Like
I like the purple sunset
When the day and night have met
Not to mention the full moon night
With the bright stars in sight
I would say I love the rainbow
Which makes everyone glad- be it sun or snow
And I enjoy seeing flowers in a garden
Which will surely never harden
All the time I'm inside books
Not in beauty; nor any looks
And I do so enjoy art
To be sure, both are life's integral part
But animals and birds I love the most
Without them I am completely lost
Being in their midst would be heaven
On cloud number eleven
39 Days for India
39 days for me to go to India
So will Gladis, Anju and Bindya
You know we are not fools
To stay and study in schools
The flight is an exciting part
When the big journey to India will start
The smell of tasty meals beckon me
So does the playing of games like Caveman 3
In India, all cousins play cricket
The main aim is to take at least a wicket
Not to mention our special computer game
For which in our family we have fame
Then we do become sad when we come back
There outdoor games we lack
But we have a trustworthy school which does not bore
To see Cinema for a Cause and many more
Proud Little Edward
Little Edward, proud he was
Thought himself above sun and stars
But most great problem of his
"I am better than the King of England"
During March for a non-nativity play
He himself was chosen to say
The role of His Majesty
During the Cultural Program
Proud he was and most conceited
He felt like a king he should be treated
Repeatedly confirming his own opinion
"I am sure better than the King of England"
On that great day
He began his grand play
"Good morning, one and all"
"Here in my country ... er ... America"
"I invite you to this day"
"Oh dear! I meant party. Let's play"
"To share with us great fun and joy"
"Here in North America" (Oh no!)
"Please sit down, enjoy"
"The pleasure of toy milk. No, soy"
(Groan! Why did we ever choose this child!)
(To play this esteemed role)
You do know what happened next
Curtains! "Er ... It was only a joke and fest"
(Edward, what have you done!)
Reply "Still I'm better than the King of England"
Clair's Mansion
Clair lived in a mansion
With great style and fashion
She had a great passion
To wash out corruption
The roads were filled with pollution
And the cars were everyone's caution
Because of their speeding sensation
So Clair's mother has an objection
She would not give the sanction
To live in the great big mansion
Great was Clair's reaction
Hearing this proclamation
And she cried till the completion
Of a great drama's demonstration
But Daddy had to find a solution
To this great and serious situation
And angry was his expression
Selling all their shampoos and the new lotion
He bought a brand new mansion
My Best Bath Ever
On the fourth of June
You should know it was 2011
Was my best day of bath
With a good aftermath
Which you will learn about soon
I got into the bathtub
Tired after all my work
Saw that the water was too hot
I tried the next bucket's lot
Feeling like playing rub-a-dub
Satisfied with it
I started thinking of everything around
Never mind that, but soon afterwards
I soap-washed my face; from germs it guards
Even lots of water was not fit
Now just as I was washing my hair
What should happen but ... wait and see
Yep, the mug fell down with a crash not a twitter
I could not open my eyes even a nanometer
As I had more water in my eyes than I could bear
Thus, I decided to finish my bath with these tumults
And yes.... the aftermath
It was this very poem of course
Brewing in my mind in a time's small course
So there, the bath had two good results
Examination
What is an examination?
Little children's tension
For big children a sensation
Having a break; not even a mention
Oh! Many a temptation
A wish to skip a study session
As the TV programs lessen
Pencils in hand forever in motion
All young ones in perspiration
Raging at that difficult lesson
Consisting of multiplication and division
Not to mention diffusion and coagulation
Reading comprehensions to the written composition
Conjunctions to the preposition
Earth's rotation and revolution
All youngsters in retaliation
To the TV and computer ration
Don't we need a pension
For this increasing problem solution?
Exams' end brings forth a great happy explosion
Waiting for Fireworks
Sure 'tis a cumbersome task
"Pray, but why?" you may so ask
"Friend, 'tis not easy" is the reply
Our sense of time is rather sly
Waiting for things which are quite nice
They're not fulfilled in a trice
"I'm tired of waiting!" is the waiter's appeal
To wait quarter hour is quite an ordeal
Whereas waiting for things dreaded
To the sad goal you're headed
At the speed of light, on the wings of air
Before you know it.... Lo! You're there
Now, in assent your heads must be nodding
Sure, waiting for fireworks is not an easy thing
But what about waiting for a dreaded test
In the wink of an eye, you have completed your quest
The Clown in a Gown
A clown in a gown
In the middle of the town
Waiting for the bus, clothed like a rainbow
His goal is to perform in the Big Apple Show
Hours later, there he was
Not as a viewer, but as the clown that he was
Sitting at the backstage, curtains all down
Getting ready with his fabulous gown
Then the curtains opened
The audience was stunned
The antics performed
Will never be unhumoured
His costume was incomparable
Just like an MBA graduate cum constable
Complete with a mortar board
Into the ring he soared
Jumping, dancing, falling, yelling
A bigger success you'll never be seeing
As he romped across the centre stage
Like a tiger freed from his cage
Next he was hanging from the acrobatic handle
At the same time trying to light a candle
You know what happened next, by now
Pants on ground, self hanging for life on a bough
Jumping and dancing
His movements entrancing
Such that you'll never forget
As sure as the fact that the sun will set
And with one great jump which was satisfying
His stupendous part was finally ending
With excitement the audience was in a terrific shiver
It will for sure etch in your minds forever
The Innocent Boy
Look out you'll see the little boy
Sitting beside his ragged toy
On the curb of the pavement he sat
Yearning for a gentle word or pat
He would have liked to shout out
Scream or cry or pout
"I am not at all guilty"
"For making one unwealthy"
The days he was rich ...
Such thoughts made him cringe
Going down the memory lane
Brings not joy but sorrow and pain
When he thinks of the days that used to be
Which now in his dreams he cannot see
But believing firmly in his hope
He neither cries nor does he mope
For he knows justice isn't taken nor lent
It just reaches the innocent
The Time Capsule
Time capsules are the most enthralling
Looking back, seeing what you were doing
At the age of one, five or twenty
When you hid away this mystery
Oh! How I long to make a time capsule
So hiding occurs on twelfth of December
Only to be opened in life later
I can't hold on anymore
On that day I will soar
As I look into the treasures of my time capsule
Oh! The things I will put in, on that day which I'll see
Prim, proper and pretty they may not be
But in goes that drawing of the basketball match
And the remains of the broken-down watch
Oh! The things in the time capsule
Years later I will rise
Probably with tears in my eyes
As I look into the olden days
And in my mind, fond thoughts trace
Down the memory lane with my time capsule
A Lame Man Jumps
Two disciples of Jesus
Walked up to the synagogue, it's told
Peter and John they were called
Went to worship the Lord their God
There on the ground sat a lame man
Pleading sadly for something
Not necessarily a golden ring
Just a few coins would do
He sure asked Peter and John too
But they said they didn't have silver or gold
Then Peter said bold
"Stand up in the name of Jesus Christ and walk."
Suddenly the man started jumping and dancing
Praising and worshipping the Almighty God
This sight was amazing than lots of gold
To the people at the temple gate- Beautiful
Happy Birthday
May your birthday be the best
Full of fun; overflowing with zest
Candles to blow out
Birthday songs to shout
And many more are left
All your dreams to become true
Happiness and joy to continue
'Cause today is your special day
And may the good things always stay!!!!!!!!!
God's Love
God's love is true, holy and divine
When you make merry; when you pine
His love is always thine
Love maketh man and God intertwined
Rules the spirit, soul and mind
For His love is forgiving and kind
When you felt sad, discouraged and alone
God's love like a bright star shone
Turning to laughs of joy our moan
Even in joy and happiness
His unending love will be no less
For love shares both sorrow and gladness
Look at God's love; take a glance
Follow Him; all is in His hands
Experience His love; fall in a trance
Dubai- A Gem In the Desert
Dubai, the city of development
An urban gem of the world
Up to date and on with trend
Happiness envelopes, comfort surrounds
By satisfaction and joy it bounds
The magnificent sight, the towering skyline
The horizon scattered by silver metal
Against the blue they shine
Erect, tall and enthralling
Around them the winds traversing
The meandering roads by black shine laid
The flashing cars speed by
To a wandering man, welcoming shade
Gives the cluster of silent palm trees
As he revels in nature's peace
The weekends witness all in a group
Flocking to the malls who beseechingly call
As affirmative they gladly troop
Oh! The opulence of the modern bazaars
All bliss and scarce hazards
Dubai, our heart with homely warmth fills
In all aspects sophisticated
Undoubtedly, this metro thrills
As it advances day by day
Convenience and mirth fills the way
Our Loving Pappa and Mamma
Loving and generous all the while
Giving all a welcoming smile
Who are they who possess this virtue?
Pappa and Mamma, now that's so true!
Always merry with eyes that twinkle
Not to mention their laughter's tinkle
Filled with love, and at all times generous
Giving to others is their greatest happiness
Be it in the street or in train
For Pappa, it is no constraint
To share the gospel to one and all
Aspiring to lead others to heaven's call
With a warm heart, he cares for everyone
Guiding all like the rays of the sun
Giving and teaching, he says "It's my pleasure."
Memories with Pappa are an eternal treasure
Mamma, always ready to give
Will help us forever, as long as we live
Always helping the needy, she sure is gregarious
It would be wrong not to mention that she's vivacious
Her heart, filled with the desire to help all
She is there for you whenever you call
Encouraging when we need the motivation
Mamma's life is indeed an inspiration
Role models are they to us always
Teaching us that kindness, love and patience pays
All the times with them're spent in harmony
Days with them are always bright and sunny
With whole hearts we would like to thank you now
Remembering all your deeds overflowing with love
We persevere to carry forward your attributes
To shine for the Lord with the Word and its truth
God's Own Country
Imagine the beauty of God's Own Country
In all her grace she stands
Covered with joy on land and sea
Blessed by God's own hands
Look around, view the wonder
As the picturesqueness surrounds you
No soul is in a slumber
As dawn reveals the bright fresh dew
Lined with nature's best, the paddy field
As a golden shield by beauty bound
To the splashes of lake-water, give heed
As the snake boat races with paddling sound
Look out and see the trees of coconut
Warmly greeting as you approach
You're always welcome be it house or hut
No-one thinks you encroach
Behold! Do you hear a copter whirring?
To hear it your earnest ears strain
Search but you won't find that for which you're yearning
For it was sole the herald of the Keralite rain
The tiny droplets cleanse your face
As heaven's fl oodgates give way
And the water flows at a fast pace
Giving out freshness' and joy's ray
Look around yourself
As the surrounding nature soothes your mind
See the nimble squirrel, nature's elf
Running up the tree, his bushy tail behind
God's Own Country, now as you can see
Entrances all with her magical green
Showered by Almighty's blessings is she
Joy and gladness forever seen
(Continues...)
Excerpted from The Musings of a Young Girl by Rebecca Mary John Copyright © 2012 by Rebecca Mary John. Excerpted by permission of AuthorHouse. All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.
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Table of Contents
Contents
A Poetess' Journey....................9Torn Shaun....................11
A Rainy Day of Summer....................12
Two Bunnies....................13
Little Pickpocket....................14
Baby Daidy....................15
My School....................16
Books....................17
Moments....................18
Stars Going By and By....................20
The Mystery of the Magic Chestnut Tree....................21
What I Like....................22
39 Days for India....................23
Proud Little Edward....................24
Clair's Mansion....................25
My Best Bath Ever....................26
Examination....................28
Waiting for Fireworks....................29
The Clown in a Gown....................30
The Innocent Boy....................32
The Time Capsule....................33
A Lame Man Jumps....................35
Happy Birthday....................36
God's Love....................37
Dubai- A Gem In the Desert....................38
Our Loving Pappa and Mamma....................40
God's Own Country....................42
Sunrise....................44
The Cross....................45
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