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Thursday, May 26, 2011


I am going to be gone until Monday. S there won't be any posts. So tonight I would like to just thank Stephanie for inviting me on this trip. She is awsome!!!!!

I know I already poste this poem, But This is to stephanie D. Thanks, you're an awsome pal!!!

Someone who's cheerful
She's funny and nice,
I would not give her up
Not for any price.
She says such funny things,
Just to make me smile.
I'm glad sh moved across the street
To stay for a while.
she always wears a grin,
She's friendly and she's pretty,
Not stuck up, or rude,
Her heart's not itty-bitty.
Ands so I wrote this poem,
Just for my friend Steph,
She's a awesome person,
And awesome knows no depth.

and now...

... Introducing a new part to the Art of Lone Wolf Blog...

 Here's the first one:
Taken from the Fox Family Cookbook (my Grandmother's family)
 this is a really easy drink to make, called the orange Julius.
6 oz. frozen orange juice
1 cup milk
1 cup water
1/4 cup sugar (or less to taste)
1 tsp vanilla
5-6 ice cubes.
put all ingredients in  a  blender. mix on high for about 30 seconds to a minute.

Wednesday, May 25, 2011

Martin Luther's "A Mighty Fortress is Our God"

A mighty fortress is our God, a bulwark never failing;
Our helper He, amid the flood of mortal ills prevailing:
For still our ancient foe doth seek to work us woe;
His craft and power are great, and, armed with cruel hate,
On earth is not his equal.
Did we in our own strength confide, our striving would be losing;
Were not the right Man on our side, the Man of God’s own choosing:
Dost ask who that may be? Christ Jesus, it is He;
Lord Sabaoth, His Name, from age to age the same,
And He must win the battle.
And though this world, with devils filled, should threaten to undo us,
We will not fear, for God hath willed His truth to triumph through us:
The Prince of Darkness grim, we tremble not for him;
His rage we can endure, for lo, his doom is sure,
One little word shall fell him.
That word above all earthly powers, no thanks to them, abideth;
The Spirit and the gifts are ours through Him Who with us sideth:
Let goods and kindred go, this mortal life also;
The body they may kill: God’s truth abideth still,
His kingdom is forever.

Tuesday, May 24, 2011

an old post

well, I thought today i would post one of the first poems I ever put up here, just to remember the summer, which is almost upon us.

A poem: Remember the Summer

I sit and think
Of days gone by,
In the Summertime.
The bright blue sky,
The Shining sun,
And the butterflies.

I think of all
The dawns I’ve met,
In the summertime.
The grass was wet,
Kissed by the dew,
The rose, for day, was set.

I sit and think
Of those fun days,
In the summertime.
Of all the ways
That took up time
Like the big biking race.

I think of all
 that I have done
In the summertime.
The times I’ve run
With all my friends,
And all had lots of fun.

I sit and think
Of Nights so fair
In the summertime.
I think of where
I sat and felt
The balmy twilight air.

I wish I could
Go back again
To the summertime.
I know that when
A new one comes
It won’t be the same as then.

Monday, May 23, 2011


Morning has broken, like the first morning
Blackbird has spoken, like the first bird
Praise for the singing, praise for the morning
Praise for the springing fresh from the word

Sweet the rain's new fall, sunlit from heaven
Like the first dewfall, on the first grass
Praise for the sweetness of the wet garden
Sprung in completeness where his feet pass

Mine is the sunlight, mine is the morning
Born of the one light, Eden saw play
Praise with elation, praise every morning
God's recreation of the new day

Sunday, May 22, 2011

How Great Thou Art and A Gift From God

Today was My Pastor's last day. he is retiring and moving. I will never see him again. so this is  in tribute to him and all he has taught us. he really helped me grow in my faith. 
For twelve years he has served us, been a friend to us, and been an example to us. Thank You.
I would like to say that God is really great for giving my Church this wonderful gift of Pastor Jerry. How Gerat Thou Art.

The history of the hymn How Great Thou Art begins with Mr. Carl Gustaf Boberg (1859-1940). He was a Swedish pastor, editor, and member of the Swedish parliament. Mr. Boberg was enjoying a nice walk when a thunderstorm suddenly appeared out of no where. A severe wind began to blow. After the storm was over, Mr. Boberg looked out over the clear bay. He then heard a church bell in the distance. And the words to How Great Thou Art begin to form in his heart -- O Lord, my God, When I in awesome wonder, consider all the worlds Thy hands hath made. . . Can you imagine what Boberg felt as he formed these words? There was such calmness after the fierce storm he could only utter those words of peace.

This poem, titled O Store Gud (O Great God) was published in 1891 in Witness of the Truth, the weekly newspaper that Boberg edited. It was later translated in German. In 1927, it was published in a Russian version of the German text. 

How Great Thou Art
by Carl Gustaf  Boberg

O Lord my God, When I in awesome wonder,
Consider all the worlds Thy Hands have made;
I see the stars, I hear the rolling thunder,
Thy power throughout the universe displayed.

Then sings my soul, My Saviour God, to Thee,
How great Thou art, How great Thou art.
Then sings my soul, My Saviour God, to Thee,
How great Thou art, How great Thou art!

When through the woods, and forest glades I wander,
And hear the birds sing sweetly in the trees.
When I look down, from lofty mountain grandeur
And see the brook, and feel the gentle breeze.

Then sings my soul, My Saviour God, to Thee,
How great Thou art, How great Thou art.
Then sings my soul, My Saviour God, to Thee,
How great Thou art, How great Thou art!

And when I think, that God, His Son not sparing;
Sent Him to die, I scarce can take it in;
That on the Cross, my burden gladly bearing,
He bled and died to take away my sin.

Then sings my soul, My Saviour God, to Thee,
How great Thou art, How great Thou art.
Then sings my soul, My Saviour God, to Thee,
How great Thou art, How great Thou art!

When Christ shall come, with shout of acclamation,
And take me home, what joy shall fill my heart.
Then I shall bow, in humble adoration,
And then proclaim: "My God, how great Thou art!"

Then sings my soul, My Saviour God, to Thee,
How great Thou art, How great Thou art.
Then sings my soul, My Saviour God, to Thee,
How great Thou art, How great Thou art!

Saturday, May 21, 2011

a poem by emily dickinson.

NATURE, the gentlest mother,         
Impatient of no child,
The feeblest or the waywardest,—    
Her admonition mild  
In forest and the hill           5
By traveller is heard,  
Restraining rampant squirrel  
Or too impetuous bird.           
How fair her conversation,    
A summer afternoon,—                  10
Her household, her assembly;
And when the sun goes down           
Her voice among the aisles    
Incites the timid prayer          
Of the minutest cricket,                  15
The most unworthy flower.   
When all the children sleep    
She turns as long away          
As will suffice to light her lamps;      
Then, bending from the sky,           20
With infinite affection           
And infiniter care,      
Her golden finger on her lip,  
Wills silence everywhere.

Friday, May 20, 2011

Work is Best

Here's my latest poem:
work is Best
by R.C.Kjos
When someone said they would not work
I laughed right in their face.
I told them if they did not work 
They'd surely get noplace!

That person said they did not care,
They'd live a life of ease.
They said that having fun all day
Would be a simple breeze.

I told them they would have fun now
But they would soon get bored.
And sometim they would have more fun
Than one man could afford.

Now play is fun, well while it lasts
But work is so much more
'Cause no responsibility
Is worse that being bored.

suicide in the Trenches

I do not know why I like this poem, I just do. So here's to Ol' sassoon and his wonderful poetry on war.

Siegfried Loraine Sassoon (8 September 1886 – 1 September 1967) was an English poet, author and soldier. Decorated for bravery on the Western Front, he became one of the leading poets of the First World War. His poetry both described the horrors of the trenches, and satirised the patriotic pretensions of those who, in Sassoon's view, were responsible for a pointless war. He later won acclaim for his prose work, notably his three-volume fictionalised autobiography, collectively known as the "Sherston Trilogy".

 Suicide in the Trenches

I knew a simple soldier boy
Who grinned at life in empty joy,
Slept soundly through the lonesome dark,
And whistled early with the lark.

In winter trenches, cowed and glum
With crumps and lice and lack of rum,
He put a bullet through his brain.
No one spoke of him again.

You smug-faced crowds with kindling eye
Who cheer when soldier lads march by,
Sneak home and pray you'll never know
The hell where youth and laughter go.

Tuesday, May 17, 2011

In Flanders Fields

I was going to post this on memorial day, but I'm going to be gone in the mountains enjoying God's creation without any computer. So without further ado, I present In Flanders Fields by Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae.

 In Flanders fields the poppies blow
      Between the crosses, row on row,
   That mark our place; and in the sky
   The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
   Loved and were loved, and now we lie,
         In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
   The torch; be yours to hold it high.
   If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
         In Flanders fields.

Wednesday, May 11, 2011

I know this must be terribly boring...

...but I think these labs are fun! so here are two more that we did today.

3 Color Chemistry

Volumetric flask
300mL water (H2O)
10 grams dextrose
8 grams potassium hydroxide (KOH)
4 drops methylene blue
Pinch indigo carmine

We measured out 250mL water. We added the dextrose and the potassium hydroxide. Then we added the methylene blue. The solution turned a light blue. We waited until it turned clear, then shook it until it turned blue again. We then added the carmine blue. We added the last 50mL of water. We shook the flask. The solution turned yellow, then orange, then red, and then green!
Alcohol Cannon

Plastic bottle
2 screws
Tesla coil
8 drops Rubbing alcohol

We screwed the screws in the bottle on opposite sides a little below the middle. We put the alcohol in the bottle and put the stopper in. Then we shook the bottle until the alcohol had turned into a gas, whereupon we turned the Tesla coil on and touched the screw. The stopper shot from the bottle with a boom.

Tuesday, May 10, 2011

Labs cont.

Well, we ddid more labs today in chemistry.

Burning M&M Lab

fingerful of KClO3

Test tube
Erlenmeyer flask
Two tongs
Test tube clamp

The potassium chlorate was placed in the test tube. The tube was then held over the flame from the Bunsen burner. When the potassium chlorate had turned into a liquid, the test tube was placed in the Erlenmeyer flask. Two m&ms were slid into the test tube. The result was a brilliant purple flame.

CSI Fingerprints

Iodine crystals

Erlenmeyer flask
Strip of index card

Put very little iodine in the flask. Place finger on index card. Place index card in flask so that the iodine is on the opposite side of the fingerprint. Put Kleenex in the opening.  Hold flame to the iodine until purple is visible.
The fingerprints will show up on the card.

Monday, May 9, 2011


Ok, this is what I'm doing in Chemistry right now. We are creating labs for the 6th graders. I thought it was pretty cool, so I am sharing them with you.

Chemistry Labs for 6th Grade

The Flaming Dollar Lab

70mL ethanol (C2H5OH)
30mL water (H2O)
Copper Chloride (CuCl)

Dollar bill

The dollar bill was Soaked in a solution of ethanol, water, and copper Chloride until it was completely soaked. It was then Taken out and lit  on fire. The dollar bill broke out into a green flame for a few seconds, and then went out. The dollar itself was not burned. This is because the ethanol and the copper chloride were burning. The flame was green because of the copper Chloride. The dollar bill was unharmed.

The Fire Starter Lab

Spoonful of yeast
30mL hydrogen Peroxide (H2O2)

Erlenmeyer flask
Wood splint

The yeast and hydrogen peroxide were poured into the flask.  The stopper was put in to keep the reaction contained. The flask was stirred to keep the reaction going. The splint was lit on fire, then blown out. The stopper was removed and the stick placed over the flask. The yeast and hydrogen peroxide lit the stick on fire again.

The Whistling Flask lab (barking flask)


2 small pieces of zinc (Zn)
3m hydrochloric acid (HCl)

Erlenmeyer flask
Wood splint

The zinc and the hydrochloric acid were poured into the flask. The stopper was put in the opening to contain the reaction. The stick was lit on fire. The stopper was removed and the flame was put over the flask. As Oxygen rushed in to start the hydrochloric acid on fire, it made a high pitched sound, sort of like a bark.

The pressure Lab

The pressure lab is just like the Whistling flask lab, except that a stopper with two holes in it was used. The stopper was not removed. When the flame was held over the stopper, the fire went into the hole and the stopper shot into the air.

Sunday, May 8, 2011

technical dificulties

Well, a few days ago my computer crashed. So  I haven't been able to blog every day. I've been using the library's computer, and today I am using my sister's laptop. so I apologise for not posting every day. this is in honor of Mother's day.

OK. here's today's post. It comes out of proverbs chapter 31. verses 10-31


Proverbs 31:10-31 (King James Version)

 10Who can find a virtuous woman? for her price is far above rubies.
 11The heart of her husband doth safely trust in her, so that he shall have no need of spoil.
 12She will do him good and not evil all the days of her life.
 13She seeketh wool, and flax, and worketh willingly with her hands.
 14She is like the merchants' ships; she bringeth her food from afar.
 15She riseth also while it is yet night, and giveth meat to her household, and a portion to her maidens.
 16She considereth a field, and buyeth it: with the fruit of her hands she planteth a vineyard.
 17She girdeth her loins with strength, and strengtheneth her arms.
 18She perceiveth that her merchandise is good: her candle goeth not out by night.
 19She layeth her hands to the spindle, and her hands hold the distaff.
 20She stretcheth out her hand to the poor; yea, she reacheth forth her hands to the needy.
 21She is not afraid of the snow for her household: for all her household are clothed with scarlet.
 22She maketh herself coverings of tapestry; her clothing is silk and purple.
 23Her husband is known in the gates, when he sitteth among the elders of the land.
 24She maketh fine linen, and selleth it; and delivereth girdles unto the merchant.
 25Strength and honour are her clothing; and she shall rejoice in time to come.
 26She openeth her mouth with wisdom; and in her tongue is the law of kindness.
 27She looketh well to the ways of her household, and eateth not the bread of idleness.
 28Her children arise up, and call her blessed; her husband also, and he praiseth her.
 29Many daughters have done virtuously, but thou excellest them all.
 30Favour is deceitful, and beauty is vain: but a woman that feareth the LORD, she shall be praised.
 31Give her of the fruit of her hands; and let her own works praise her in the gates.

Friday, May 6, 2011

The flag is Like My Mother

This is a poem that my friend Rinnah wrote. I finally found it, so here it is.

The Flag is Like My Mother
By Rinnah K.

The flag is quite a picture and a symbol to us all.
To some it is a soldier who is standing strait and tall.
To others it's a beacon that is unlike any other.
To me the flag's a mirror of my dear and precious Mother.

The flag is hope to soldiers as the fight for liberties,
My mom is hope to all men as she prays upon her knees.
the flag was used to bandage and heal our broken lands.
My mother heals the broken hearts by folding up her hands.

The flag still stands for courage of the brave and of the free,
My mother stands with courage that she gives to you and me.
The flag is torn and trampled but it says  "I will not fall."
When mom is hurt or trampled upon we cry but she stands tall.

My mother is a flag to us she flies on every day
She is a light to help us through and guide on out way.
and even when I think I'm grown and wise as I can be,
I'll look to you, my flag, my light and hope that soon will be me.

-In honor of Llora K.

Thursday, May 5, 2011

A poem to a friend

Someone who's cheerful
She's funny and nice,
I would not give her up
Not for any price.
She says such funny things,
Just to make me smile.
I'm glad sh moved across the street
To stay for a while.
she always wears a grin,
She's friendly and she's pretty,
Not stuck up, or rude,
Her heart's not itty-bitty.
Ands so I wrote this poem,
Just for my friend Steph,
She's a awesome person,
And awesome knows no depth.

Tuesday, May 3, 2011

a poem about chemistry...

...My Chemistry class, to be exact.

It's a bad poem, terribly written. I did it in Chemistry today, because my teacher was talking about anything but chemistry. He tells all these stories about when he worked in the oil fields, and he's not even using it as part of the lesson. I'm getting extremely annoyed.

Fourth Period Chemistry

There is something I don't like
Bout my Chemistry class
My teacher, he goes off
On a long Chemistry hike.

Try to balance equations
Find charges of ions.
Name all of the elements
Confusion is raisin'

Carbonates, like CO2
They are not organic
But I don't know why,
That's my chem class for you.

Now he talks about some stuff
That has nothing to do
With this Chemistry class
And I wish he'd shut up.

I wonder, why do I pay
To go to Chemistry
 And listen to Helde
not teach at all that day?

Monday, May 2, 2011

sorry again!

Well, again I missed a post yesterday. I am terribly sorry. But I was very busy. And then today I find that I cannot find the poem that I promised to share. so I hope you are barely satisfied with this poem I wrote yesterday.

This is a nighttime poem, one that I wrote, well, before bed.

The eye of Sleep
Good night everyone
I now go to bed.
When up comes the sun
I'll lift up my head.
But for right now,
My blue eyes are closed.
Eyelids take a bow
Else how'm I S'posed
To hitch a ride to sleep
When eyes are still awake?
Let me fall in a heap.
Please, for heaven's sake!