For My Copybook

For them, power and more power was a drug, and in their addiction, they would scale any fence, climb any wall, to obtain their fix. ~ Jon Rappoport (Infowars.com)

For My Copybook

Charlie Sloane says he's going to go into politics and be a member of Parliament, but Mrs. Lynde says he'll never succeed at that, because the Sloanes are all honest people, and it's only rascals that get on in politics nowadays.  ~Anne of Green Gables

Good one!

For My Copybook

I just love my county. I love America.  I drive across it regularly. It and all its people are truly moving to me.  A beautiful place.
~James Woods

For My Copybook

"Perhaps ours is an era where politics has trumped principle to such an extent that the idea of resigning for the sake of honor and decency is almost unthinkable. But the truth will not be hidden forever...."


~Joel B. Pollack (Breitbart News)

Working on My Commonplace Book

From my copybook

For an instant she was still, listening to the long, wailing howl from the dark prairie. They all knew what it was. But that sound always ran cold up Laura's backbone and crinkled over the back of her head.

The sky was so full of light that not one star twinkled in it, and all the prairie was a shadowy mellowness.
Then from the woods by the creek a nightingale began to sing.

When the strings were silent, the nightingale went on singing. When it paused, the fiddle called to it and it sang again. The bird and the fiddle were talking to each other in the cool night under the moon.

Its light (moon) made silvery lines in all the cracks on that side of the house. The light poured through the window hole and made a square of soft radiance on the floor.

The ground was hot under their bare feet. The sunshine pierced through their faded dresses and tingled on their arms and backs.

The whole sky was filled with lines of wild ducks and wild geese flying north. Crows cawed above the trees along the creek. The winds whispered in the new grass, bringing scents of earth and of growing things.

Then they sat on the clean grass and ate pancakes and bacon and molasses from the tin plates in their laps.

Pa didn't answer, but the voice of the fiddle changed. Softly and slurringly it began a long, swinging rhythm that seemed to rock Laura gently.
She felt her eyelids closing. She began to drift over endless waves of prairie grasses, and Pa's voice went with her, singing
"Row away, row o'er the waters so blue,
Like a feather we sail in our gum-tree canoe,
Row the boat lightly, love, over the sea:
Daily and nightly I'll wander with thee."

Samples From My Copybook

Since copywork is a part of our Language Arts, I started my own copybook. Here are a few quotes:

"And I slept, dreaming a perfect dream. The fields had turned to a sea that gleamed like sun on glass."-Sarah, Plain and Tall

"My brother William is a fisherman, and he tells me that when he is in the middle of a fogbound sea the water is a color for which there is no name"
-Sarah, Plain and Tall

"It's work, son," Father said, "that's what money is, it's hard work."
-Farmer Boy

"It was farmers that took all that country and made it America, son. Don't you ever forget that."-Farmer Boy

"But my only year on Sweetbriar, the frosty trees were tipped with stars, and I felt at home with only the wind, and the wild island horses that rose from the sea."
--The Wild Horses of Sweetbriar

"You must do something to make the world more beautiful"-Miss Rumphius