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First
mini for November is to write a Dear Diary poem, using all ten of
the challenge words.
harvest,
cornstalks, crisp, floating, vermilion (vivid reddish
orange), chill, memories, golden, cider, countryside
Dearest Diary of mine,
I beseech you not to share the treasury of memories I have to tell
you today.
Harvest season is now upon us, but I do not dread the long days ahead.
The new Swedish family has a handsome son, not too much older than I am. I
know because he came yesterday to ask if our families could share the harvest
work. Today I worked beside him all day amongst the cornstalks. We
worked late into the evening and then Pa told us to fetch some cider he
set to chill in the creak. We walked along the countryside as a vermilion
moon rose and grinned at us. His hair shone golden in the light. I
slipped once and he took my hand to steady me, but I darest say he did not
give it back until the return of our journey as we neared the house. I felt as
if I ware floating on air. My cheeks were hot and flush as I entered
the house, thank goodness mama attributed the color to the fresh crisp
evening air. Then I say she embarrassed me, but not on purpose, by saying how
lovely I looked with the kiss of autumn on my face. And oh dearest Diary,
I’m shamed to say I wished it were a real kiss.
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mini for November is a Learn-A-Word assignment.
CORNUCOPIA: from
Latin, meaning "horn of plenty"
1.
a receptacle shaped like a horn or cone
2. an inexhaustible store, ABUNDANCE
Your assignment
is to write a short (2-4 lines or so) rhyme using the word CORNUCOPIA.
Our garden may not blossom
with flowers so sweet,
It may not be laden with
fruits we can eat;
But it is full of
blessings, and the seasons it transcends
For in the GOF garden there
is a cornucopia friends.
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