Healthy
My Senses Make My Magic
Seeing the beauty of nature.
Hearing the song of a bird.
Smelling the scent of a flower.
Tasting a juicy ripe strawberry.
Touching the soft fur of a cat.
Using my five senses.
Helps me feel like magic.
It helps me come out of myself.
And come into contact with the world in a new way.
by Susan R.
Slight of hand,
magicians have nothing on me.
I can fix a flat tire;
I can cook a wonderful, healthy meal;
I can soothe a tired baby.
Magicians make things disappear,
I create real things that are needed,
now that's magic!

Dianne H

I feel magical every day becase god is with me and my family and friends.
Where i go to school and church and volunteer people make me feel great.
I feel magical because i have a beautiful Little girl.
And i go to church every sunday and i see paul.

Janice B.

Nature’s Magic
A branch in a tree covered in Sleet
Straining, stretching to reach the street.
A sight to see, it’s magic to me!
The cold, so long has been around
Now, some warmth comes to the ground.
Like magic, the grass turns to green.
The cold, fades slowly, with the spring sun
The flowers’ and buds wake one by one.
Springtime magic, is in the air.
The grass, the flowers, and baby things
The buds, they bloom, the birds they sing.
This is spring, yes this is magic.
Spring has passed, now summer’s here
The scent of flowers, floods the air.
Summertime, is magic, and anyone can see.
It’s mystical, magical and naturally free!
Nature’s, true magic, for you and me.
Magic without tricks!

Magically!

by Ronald R.

I think it great to get up in the morning and go out and come back home safe, with what is going on lately.

by Patrick H.

Magic
I am magic when I go dancing on Friday nights at Our Place because it makes me feel good inside. I am also magic when I do a lot of walking because it is good to get a lot of exercise.
How do you feel magic?

by Karen S

Magic for me is being happy when the sun is shining.
Here is something - it was good to have this course these four weeks. This is all for now.
Nina

I am magic!
by Tracey Mollins

I am magic on my bike.
My lungs fill with air and I turn the air into energy.
My legs NEVER stop and I sail up ANY hill.

You in your car – stuck inside,
stuck in your rut
at the mercy of the car in front,
the car behind,
the car to the left,
the car to the right.
Inch along,
trapped.

Me on my bike – free outside,
feeling the breeze,
knowing the seasons in my body,
over the curb,
around the parked car,
between the idlers,
under the light.

Magic.