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Well, I can't really tell you allllll about me! LOL. But I can tell you that I'm a wife, mother, grandmother, aunt, cousin, and Christian. And I love scrapbooking, card making, painting, and altered art.  I love to coordinate parties with themes and come up with new ways to incorporate paper art into them.   I enjoy working with my hands and making something out of nothing.  It's such a wonderful thing to know that there are so many beautiful women out there who share the same passion for this hobby....ART! that I do. I draw inspiration from everything around me and from people like you! So, let's get scrappin'!

Tuesday, March 11, 2014

Journal Page (a Throwback)

Hi everyone.
Thanks for coming by to take a peek....

I'm here to share another journal page with you all.  This is one of the very first pages that I ever journaled. 

In 1977, when I was 14 years old, my sister made me read the book I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings by the great Maya Angelou. Basically, the story is an autobiography and also a piece of literature.  And after I finished reading it, she made me write a short essay on what the story was about and to tell her the answer to the question.  I remember that when I read the book, I was angry, sad, confused, empathetic, and then brave.  I remember that when I answered the question, my sister smiled at me, hugged me, and then walked away.  I never really understood what that part was about, and never asked.  But I did figure that I must've answered the question correctly.  

Anyway, here it is

notice anything about the bird?

I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings
The free bird leaps
on the back of the wind
and floats downstream
till the current ends
and dips his wings
in the orange sun rays
and dares to claim the sky.

But a bird that stalks
down his narrow cage
can seldom see through
his bars of rage
his wings are clipped and
his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings
with fearful trill
of the things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill 
for the caged bird
sings of freedom

The free bird thinks of another breeze
an the trade winds soft through the sighing trees
and the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright lawn
and he names the sky his own.

But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams
his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
his wings are clipped and his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing

The caged bird sings
with a fearful trill
of things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill
for the caged bird
sings of freedom. 

1 comment:

Amy E said...

I have to tell you Renee...I love love love this whole post! I've never read the whole poem before, so thank you for posting it. Maya Angelou never ceases to amaze me. There's always been something in her tone and manner that reminds me of my grandmother or maybe she just has a very loving grandmotherly way about her.

It's interesting to see how long you've been an artist!!! The page in your art journal you posted looks like something much more advanced than a teen would produce!! Oh, and judging by the year you mentioned, I think you and I are right around the same age! Haha!

Thanks for stopping by this week! I always love reading your comments...SO MUCH better than others who write, "nice card." Hahaha!