field hockey

my brother and sisters and me enjoy playing field hockey. we have 3 hockey sticks and currently Singui is winning the world championship. they play with a base ball, and enjoy taking turns. it is a dangerus sport with children. Roti already almost lost  her sight. many of us have gotten bruised badly or sprains. but other than that,  we love it!

my poems

i've written a few poems. here is one of them:

                                           KEEP THE EARTH CLEAN

                                                            

                                                                       Look at the sky 

                                                                       Big and blue,

                                                                       It makes me want to 

                                                                      Be a part of it to.

                                                                     Look at the workers,

                                                                    Small and fair,

                                                                    Send bellows of smoke

                                                                    Into the air.

                                                                  

                                                                    Oh the sky now,

                                                                    Grey and dull,

                                                                     All the smoke

                                                                    Make the sky full

                                                                  And on that dark

                                                                  And dreary day,

                                                                  I hate to know,

                                                                  Much less to say,

                                                                  A bird was flying

                                                                  In the air

                                                                 Not big not small

                                                                 Just normal fair.

                                                               

                                                                 That bird died

                                                                 In the dreadful smoke

                                                                But before he died

                                                              A word he spoke;

                                                             If you don’t take care

                                                           Of your air,

                                                          You may end up,

                                                          With an empty cup.

                                                          If you try to

                                                         Keep the earth clean,

                                                         Reduce, Reuse, Recycle

                                                        It will stay green.

हेल्लो! this is India. we have been living here for 1 year and are attemting another move. this time to the mountains. we are currently living in Asia. every one in my family (mom, dad, Chandra 21, me Olivia Hope 10, Zoe 8, Nikolas 6, Titus 3, and 2 foster girls Singui 9 and Roti 7. ) exept for Chandra are studying hindi.