The Ocean - A Poem by Noah

A fishbowl photo from 2009.

Bethany and Noah, seven and one year-old respectively, year 2007.  

Year 2007, when I was "21" and Noah was one year-old. Ha!

Happy birthday, Noah Bear😍

Last year, on the same month of July, our family went to a dinosaur museum in Moscow to celebrate our Noah's 10th birthday.  It was a dream come true for him, a decade-long wait had been over. How time flies around here and now he turns 21 11!  He is our boy from the wild and below is a poem to prove it just in case you can't tell. He's into poems lately. And I guess too much rain in the Philippines lately has been making him write poems to curtail the boredom that's starting to seep in.

The Ocean

By Noah Isaiah

The deep, deep ocean

Dark and blue
Is teeming with life
You never knew

Underneath this world
You will hear 
The call of a Whale
That is near

Its scars, visible
From the fight with a Squid
And it is gone
In its stomach, it is hid

Millions of plankton
Lurking around
Is one of the most beautiful things
You have ever found

As you ascend you see a fin
A Shark! Its face, a dreadful grin
As you swim away, you see a fleet
This made the hungry Shark, feel beat

As you go back to shore, you see an Urchin
"Well, why is it here lurkin'?"
As you avoid its sharp spikes,
You go back home, on your trike

As you enter the house so dim is the ocean
And then you wake up, eyes wide open
"It was just a dream," you start to say
Then you decided to go to the sea and play

It may be a dream, but it will be real
You will see, you will hear,
You will touch, you will feel
And then in the window, you peer

At a fleet far away
And then you have a feeling, they are astray
Then you get into a swimsuit, to go tell the men,
They are not lost, in The Ocean

"My inspirations for this poem were my imagination and my first open-sea diving experience in Puerto Galera, Oriental Mindoro. My other inspirations are those readings I've had about sperm whales, squids, I mean giant squids, and about sharks. I also imagined about robotic submarines that are remote-controlled by scientists. I was also inspired by the rich merchant character who had a fleet in the book "Dick Whittington and His Cat" by Marcia Brown. And last but not least, my inspiration was having lived in a house on an uninhabited island. It was just my imagination!" ~Noah

Photo Credit: My older sister, Ate Imelda's rendition of The Ocean. 

Left-right: Ate Imelda, Bethany, Joanna (my niece), and Noah doing the dab gesture. Can you see "The Ocean" behind them?

Welcome Home - A Poem by Noah

         

Welcome Home

 Heavy luggage

          Smooth floors

Security guards

          And sliding doors

The sound of planes

          Ascending, descending

Ready to go back home

          To your family depending

Now you are

          Inside a car

To go to a place

          Not that far

Your house

          Warm, safe, and cozy

Oh, the house is very toasty

          You get to see light

You get to see rain

          And don't have to experience working pain

You get to watch

          You get to rest

And get bitten by an annoying pest

          You can read

In peace and quiet

          But when I'm around, I'll make a riot

All of these, are right here

          Now, wanna go watch and drink some root beer?

Welcome home.

A Poem by Noah Isaiah

 

"If Grace is an Ocean, We're All Sinking..."

Are you ready for a walk along the park? Get ready because I've asked my daughter to walk you through her quarterly portfolio, to show you a sample of what is going on in our homeschooling, our learnings, our adventures, our family values. Below is a sample of what my daughter would include in her quarterly portfolio. She has chosen the reflective form of presenting her ideas where she  applied subject integrations and their applications in real life. I hope that you will enjoy the walk, take time to look at each slide and perhaps pick up something good along the way.