<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5184674</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:44:12.396-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Emily's Pen for Runaway Words</title><subtitle type='html'>emily is writing</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyspen.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184674/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyspen.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16517100058203059284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5184674.post-94150858</id><published>2003-05-11T10:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-05-11T10:17:11.140-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello: I havent bloged in ages it seems like so now I have a lot to tell you. On friday my best friend got to spend the night intill &lt;br /&gt; saturday  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5184674-94150858?l=emilyspen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184674/posts/default/94150858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184674/posts/default/94150858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyspen.blogspot.com/2003_05_11_archive.html#94150858' title=''/><author><name>emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16517100058203059284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5184674.post-92888382</id><published>2003-04-19T09:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-19T09:32:47.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today my family is going to decorate &lt;a href="http://static.howstuffworks.com/gif/easter-basket.jpg"target=_blank"&gt;Easter eggs&lt;/a&gt; (when my sister wakes up and the eggs cool down).  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5184674-92888382?l=emilyspen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184674/posts/default/92888382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184674/posts/default/92888382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyspen.blogspot.com/2003_04_13_archive.html#92888382' title=''/><author><name>emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16517100058203059284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5184674.post-92682269</id><published>2003-04-15T19:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-15T20:10:03.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today my dogs got shots at the vet. My mom, me and my neighbor Brandon walked down there, its not to far from our house. when we got to the vets we waited for about ten minits then we got called to a room. First,   Fritz our &lt;a href="http://www.adlerstein.com/hsbear4.jpg"target=_blank"&gt;german sheperd&lt;/a&gt; had to have blood drawn for a test. Fritz was a big hassle, in the begining fritz had to have a muzzle puttin on him because he growled at the girl trying to get his blood. She had to poke him three times,  he was not a happy dog. then the docter came in and gave ole and Fritz their shots. &lt;a href="http://www.bobjanuary.com/bj_scans/essr/springer.gif"target=_blank"&gt;ole&lt;/a&gt; our mut was so easy and the funny thing is that ole likes to go to the vet and realy likes it beacuse he remebers the drawer with the treats in it . after that they got bandanas. this time the were pink, they look very cute.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5184674-92682269?l=emilyspen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184674/posts/default/92682269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184674/posts/default/92682269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyspen.blogspot.com/2003_04_13_archive.html#92682269' title=''/><author><name>emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16517100058203059284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5184674.post-92055052</id><published>2003-04-05T14:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-04-05T14:45:33.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its a beautiful day out and my parents and I just got back from a walk. On our walk  we saw a &lt;a href="http://birdingonthe.net/includes/red-tailed_hawk.jpg"target=_blank"&gt;red tailed hawk&lt;/a&gt;, It was very pretty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today I wrote a poem called:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Night riser &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch, watch as the spirit of the &lt;a href="http://images.art.com/images/PRODUCTS/large/10037000/10037733.jpg"target=_blank"&gt;wolf howls&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt; howls to rise the moon howls to rise the stars&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt; for the spirit of the wolf is the keeper of the night &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and caller to the stars and the moon.                                              &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5184674-92055052?l=emilyspen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184674/posts/default/92055052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184674/posts/default/92055052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyspen.blogspot.com/2003_03_30_archive.html#92055052' title=''/><author><name>emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16517100058203059284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5184674.post-91941609</id><published>2003-04-03T16:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-04-03T16:35:40.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A couple of days ago my mom  and I were taking the dogs for a walk. We were walking on the trail next to our house and were going to walk to the bridge that was at the end of the trail (well at least were we stoped walking). on are way back fritz chased a &lt;a href="http://www.wildlifetrust.org.uk/dorset/Media/Newspics/RED%20SQUIRREL.jpg"target=_blank"&gt;red squirrel&lt;/a&gt; up a tree that was next to no anther trees. Then it made a jump and ran in to a wood pile. Ole then started to pick up logs with his mouth that were almost bigger then him. He dug that squirrel out of the wood pile  and that squirrle ran and went up a tree and then frizt barked a realy high picht bark and tried to climb the tree. It must have been torture! for the red squirrel.   &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5184674-91941609?l=emilyspen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184674/posts/default/91941609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184674/posts/default/91941609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyspen.blogspot.com/2003_03_30_archive.html#91941609' title=''/><author><name>emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16517100058203059284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5184674.post-91630625</id><published>2003-03-29T20:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-03-29T20:57:34.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>On friday &lt;a href="http://jingtong.blogspot.com/"target=_blank"&gt;jing&lt;/a&gt; showed me how to make a whistling sound come out from a &lt;a href="http://www.gnc.com/health_notes/Herb/Horsetail.htm"target=_blank"&gt;horsetail&lt;/a&gt;. It was very neat.                 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5184674-91630625?l=emilyspen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184674/posts/default/91630625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184674/posts/default/91630625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyspen.blogspot.com/2003_03_23_archive.html#91630625' title=''/><author><name>emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16517100058203059284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5184674.post-91448479</id><published>2003-03-26T19:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-03-26T19:39:36.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In our school we get thursday and friday off hurray! We get them off because its confrensses. I just got done watching Silver Chair one of the Narnia movies and i also finished the book silver chair by C.S. Leiwis. They are &lt;a href="http://www.harperchildrens.com/hch/narnia/books.htm"target=_blank"&gt;very good books&lt;/a&gt; to read I think.&lt;/p&gt;One day  I wrote a poem called:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I pulled the stars down.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I pull the stars down all I'll nead is my heart to pull them down siftly&lt;br /&gt; all around me .When I let them go they'll open a door and drop a rose down to me .&lt;br /&gt; then the door will close and i'll run home and give you the rose.Then when you smell it a brand new day&lt;br /&gt; will start and the rose will float up to the sun . there a new rose will be made and the it will alll happen again you all know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5184674-91448479?l=emilyspen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184674/posts/default/91448479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184674/posts/default/91448479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyspen.blogspot.com/2003_03_23_archive.html#91448479' title=''/><author><name>emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16517100058203059284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5184674.post-91250853</id><published>2003-03-23T19:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-03-23T19:34:08.716-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There is no title for this poem I have written.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the sun sets I will see no more for the blackness of the night has come upon the earth like a lost shadow.&lt;br /&gt;When the sun rises i will see once more for the light and glories are back and a new day arrives. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5184674-91250853?l=emilyspen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184674/posts/default/91250853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184674/posts/default/91250853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyspen.blogspot.com/2003_03_23_archive.html#91250853' title=''/><author><name>emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16517100058203059284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5184674.post-91087598</id><published>2003-03-20T17:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-03-20T18:45:48.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was another school day for me. In my third grade class we did a lot of things.The first thing we did was have reading class. In that class today we interviewed one of our classmates, it was very fun. Next we had our reading session, that's when we read  chapter books and take tests on the computer on our books.Then at 10:30 we have lunch and then, of course,  recess. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after that we came back to our classroom and either do a langauge sheet or practice our spelling words for the week or work on cursive. Working on our cursive is what we did today. After that we have specialist -  that's when we go to different classes like music, art, computer class, library, or gym. Today we went to computer class and worked on our famous land mark project. Then next was music, in there we learned a new song. After that we went to gym class and did throwing  and running. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we went back to the classroom and started math. In math we're working on fractions. I go to title one to get help for math. After math we worked on our land mark project.On our project we're writing our report. Next we did journals to tell our parents what we did that day,even though the kids could tell their parents what they did that day. After that we went to our lockers and went to our buses to go home. That was my school day today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stillness is the title of this poem.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Stillness has come across my heart &lt;br /&gt;for fear you have left me. There I sit &lt;br /&gt;in the forest by myself. The stars, moon, and the world &lt;br /&gt;are still. All the animals run for their dens,&lt;br /&gt;nests and holes for they to have the stillness&lt;br /&gt;in their heart. I wonder what this stillness is for. &lt;br /&gt;For I feel my heart breaking, breaking in to a million pieces. &lt;br /&gt;Then you come back and my heart is put back together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5184674-91087598?l=emilyspen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184674/posts/default/91087598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184674/posts/default/91087598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyspen.blogspot.com/2003_03_16_archive.html#91087598' title=''/><author><name>emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16517100058203059284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5184674.post-91026190</id><published>2003-03-19T19:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-03-19T19:03:12.200-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is one of my poems I wrote and the title is: A word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Word&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A word to a sentence. &lt;br /&gt;A sentence to a poem.&lt;br /&gt;A poem to a story.&lt;br /&gt;A story to a book.&lt;br /&gt;A book to your spirit.&lt;br /&gt;Your spirit to your heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5184674-91026190?l=emilyspen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184674/posts/default/91026190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184674/posts/default/91026190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyspen.blogspot.com/2003_03_16_archive.html#91026190' title=''/><author><name>emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16517100058203059284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5184674.post-91025183</id><published>2003-03-19T18:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-03-19T18:47:12.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is my first post on my blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5184674-91025183?l=emilyspen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184674/posts/default/91025183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184674/posts/default/91025183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyspen.blogspot.com/2003_03_16_archive.html#91025183' title=''/><author><name>emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16517100058203059284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
