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About me - Margaretha P. Wiebe

I am a nineteen year old high school student. I was born in Nuevo Ideal, Durango Mexico, and was raised in Mexico until the age of seven. I am and will always be the ninth of thirteen children, and probably the shortest of them all too. I love to spend time

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Spring: 4 of 200
She came softly, My friend Spring. She saw me, cold and alone. She could not stand to see me cry. One bright morning I woke to find her, Tapping on my window. "Come" She said. "Be Happy" I rose from my bed, To great my friend Spring. When I saw what she had done, A smile fell on my face. Spring had changed everything. The tr... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: A day in the park: 2 of 32
Today I took a walk in the park. As I walked along the winding path, I took notice of nature, And its beauty so true. I heard the birds sing, And I wanted to join their song. I saw the animals play, I yearned to join their game. I heard the crickets and critters, I longed to worship with them. I saw the praying mantis, And w... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Perspective: 5 of 51

I closed my eyes Trying to make them go away. The pictures that flashed Across the screen. Men screaming in agony Blood oozing from open wounds. Children abandoned in corners Taken from their mother's arms. I can't make them fade They sink into my mind. Their pain leaves a bitter taste In a place within I cannot define. Scho... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Inspired by the Bible: 6 of 51
The Hands of Jesus As infant hands, they clasped around Mary's finger, as all infant hands do. They obediently served both mother and father. As the Bible says we all should do. In the ministry, the blessed hands of Jesus, touched, healed and protected. With tenderness and love His hands moved lives. One day they were pierce... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Finding God: 23 of 127
Tonight I stood in the midst of a crowd, My heart was heavy and burdened. I knew that if I died that instant, Heaven isn't where I would go. I would be lost for eternity, I knew I was a sinner. The invitation was given; The pastor said "Come, The Lord waits" The crowd said "Go, You need the Lord" Jesus, Whispered my name. Su... More..
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Dreams: 40 of 199
Sara opened her eyes, slightly startled from her sleep. She glanced at the alarm clock on the dresser then at her little sister's bed. Naomi was sitting up at the foot of her bed, her face buried in her little teddy bear's soft fur, her body shaking with sobs. "Naomi, what's the matter? What are you doing up at six in the mo... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Nature: 129 of 632
I look at you through this small window. You stand one among many yet you seem so alone. I wish I could stand beside you. I watch you with wonder when the storms come and the wind pushes you this way and that. I wish I could shelter you. I am in awe when the sun shines on your face I see a smile in the twinkle of your eye. I... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: School: 15 of 65
It's a Day 2. You walk into the door at ten minutes to the bell, you wonder why you don't feel so well. You get to your locker, then you remember, you didn't do your science homework. In Science class you learn about weather, and how clouds are formed. In History Class you learn, everything the past has to offer you. At lunc... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Swing: 2 of 8
The old swinging tire hangs Abandoned through the seasons From a tall tree my brother used to climb When we were young. The leaves fall swirling Like snowflakes to the ground While the wind pushes the tire And phantom children laugh. Dust collects inside While snow piles up on top And the old tire remembers Chubby legs cling... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Dreams & wishes: 5 of 19
With my eyes open I go about, day by day, Silently dreaming. I dream of country, Of narrow roads lined with trees, An arc of deep green. The colors of fall Sprinkle the earth with beauty And gives me great joy. The sound of laughter Echoes through empty hallways, So my heart smiles. The soft smell of pie Wafting through open... More..