Head in the Clouds
By Jamie Heiden Sometimes, it’s where it needs to be.
Full to the Brim
By Jamie Heiden Closet doors that just won’t close, kindergarten artwork under the beds. 52 left shoes and missing socks and 120 hats for just 10 heads. Their home is filled up to the brim, nothing more will seem to fit. While neighbors sit and shake their heads, she doesn’t mind one bit.
The Only Star
This is the third and final image in this nursery rhyme series. By Jamie Heiden Star light, star bright, the only star I see tonight.
Jack’s Is Down the Lane
This is number two in my Nursery Rhyme series. By Jamie Heiden This is the house that Jill built…
Leapfrog
This is image number one in my Nursery Rhyme series. By Jamie Heiden And the moon jumped over the cow…
Sunday’s House…
By Jamie Heiden Belongs to Ms. Ella and her dog Sam. She is simple and he is fair. They always make room for visitors, of that you are now aware. The door is always open, to come and go as you please. And they always show compassion whether you ask standing or on your knees.
Mortonville…
By Jamie Heiden One by one the stars came out and the sun set slowly on the town of Mortonville. The wind blew softly and the frogs sang their songs and all was right in the town of Mortonville.
Trinidad the Dog…
By Jamie Heiden Trinidad was his name and he had not always been a lonely dog. He had a family who loved him. His boy, Charlie would have staring contests with him. Charlie always won. He couldn’t contain his excitement…he always barked first. Running was his favorite. Audrey would take him with if it wasn’t […]
Friday’s House…
By Jamie Heiden Belongs to Mr. Thomas James Butterfield Winchester. A man who probably has 97 friends for each name he owns. His favorite color is dirt and his favorite smell is too. And… he’ll add another name if that’s what he needs to do.
Two Doors Down…
By Jamie Heiden Gloria wanted to have the cake all baked and frosted by the time her Mom came home from work. She knew it would make her smile…it had been a while since she had seen her smile. All she had left to add was the sugar. Should she ask Mrs. Gladstone or old […]