<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15464243</id><updated>2011-04-21T23:08:43.772-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Poetry in Motion</title><subtitle type='html'>I run cross country, and I write poetry.  Poetry in motion mixes them together.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetryinmotionclaire.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15464243/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetryinmotionclaire.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Morgana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10046550950173929060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15464243.post-112494507882071135</id><published>2005-08-24T22:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T22:44:38.823-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Running</title><content type='html'>This is my second year running cross country.  Today I ran (at practice) farther than I ever had before without stopping.  My legs HURT.  But it felt good to improve.  My first meet this year is Saturday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have any advice on running, I am happy to hear from you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running is a lot like life as a Christian.  Each day, I do what is in front of me.  The results are up to God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15464243-112494507882071135?l=poetryinmotionclaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetryinmotionclaire.blogspot.com/feeds/112494507882071135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15464243&amp;postID=112494507882071135' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15464243/posts/default/112494507882071135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15464243/posts/default/112494507882071135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetryinmotionclaire.blogspot.com/2005/08/running.html' title='Running'/><author><name>Morgana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10046550950173929060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15464243.post-112416485458007776</id><published>2005-08-15T21:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T22:00:54.586-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Perplexing Poem</title><content type='html'>Here is my first poem posting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grammer teechar said to me,&lt;br /&gt;"I'll give you one last chanse!&lt;br /&gt;Write a report on anything,&lt;br /&gt;With adjetives, enhance."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know quite what he ment,&lt;br /&gt;I was doing fine.&lt;br /&gt;The letter for "Fantastic" stood&lt;br /&gt;Wuz printed all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I desided to write a poem&lt;br /&gt;To show him I was good,&lt;br /&gt;And halfway through I realized&lt;br /&gt;I didnt think I could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept up with the ryming&lt;br /&gt;As to not give up so soon;&lt;br /&gt;And finaly, I finnished it&lt;br /&gt;Wile sitting in my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wahked down to the high school&lt;br /&gt;To deliver my report.&lt;br /&gt;As my teacher scanned it over,&lt;br /&gt;He shuderred with a snort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he read my paper thuraly,&lt;br /&gt;He really seemed quite vexed.&lt;br /&gt;And today, as for his reazon,&lt;br /&gt;I'm stil utterlly perplexed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15464243-112416485458007776?l=poetryinmotionclaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetryinmotionclaire.blogspot.com/feeds/112416485458007776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15464243&amp;postID=112416485458007776' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15464243/posts/default/112416485458007776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15464243/posts/default/112416485458007776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetryinmotionclaire.blogspot.com/2005/08/perplexing-poem.html' title='Perplexing Poem'/><author><name>Morgana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10046550950173929060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
