Jillian Renae's 
Hobbies and Interests

In my spare time I love to draw, sing, and write.


Here is a poem that I wrote in sixth grade.

It was published in the Boodle magazine.

Volleyball

Here comes the ball over the net,
But it's no threat.
Then the pass is made,
And the setter yells, "I set!"
Next I jump up, up and away.
I jump so high,
It was like I was going to touch the sky.
After that there is a bam, boom, and splat,
From the girl who tried to dig.
She might have hurt her arm,
But to the ball, there is no harm.

Through the Ashes

Thru the darkness and the ash
I feel their spirits soar.
Hundreds by hundreds coming
followed by even more.

Open up the gates Lord.
Open them up wide.
The Americans are coming, Lord,
marching side by side.

There are mothers and there's fathers.
There are daughters and there's sons.
They had so much left to do Lord.
Before their lives were done.

Open up the gates Lord.
Open them up wide.
The Americans are coming, Lord,
marching side by side.

Oh Lord, there are so many
That are coming thru the gate.
It was not their time, Lord.
They're here because of hate.

Open up the gates Lord.
Open them up wide.
The Americans are coming, Lord,
marching side by side.

They come from out of the fire
and the ashes and the dark.
They're marching to the Light, Lord
On the earth they've made their mark.


So, open up the gates Lord.
Open them up wide.
The Americans are coming, Lord,
Marching side by side.

I got this poem and picture from an email that was sent to me.

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