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How I came up with my poem, Dawn of the Hawk
Dear readers,
Please forgive me for not having an entry on here for some time. I'm attending classes for Administrative Office Skills until November 1st, 2011.
One of the classes that I'm currently taking is Business English, and we had to write a poem with every sentence beginning with a preposition, here's mine:
Dawn of the Hawk
Inside, I sometimes enjoy looking
Through my window, wondering what is
Outside because sometimes there are people
Without negativity, frustration, or confusion about their lives.
From my seat in the bus, out of my window, I saw a hawk flying
Around the sky to enlighten me,
"Down, I look upon you, even though
Between us is that glass, with inspiration."
Please forgive me for not having an entry on here for some time. I'm attending classes for Administrative Office Skills until November 1st, 2011.
One of the classes that I'm currently taking is Business English, and we had to write a poem with every sentence beginning with a preposition, here's mine:
Dawn of the Hawk
Inside, I sometimes enjoy looking
Through my window, wondering what is
Outside because sometimes there are people
Without negativity, frustration, or confusion about their lives.
From my seat in the bus, out of my window, I saw a hawk flying
Around the sky to enlighten me,
"Down, I look upon you, even though
Between us is that glass, with inspiration."
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
Winter Solstice and hybernating.
Well, Brandon, myoldest Son; Vanessa, his girlfriend, and I went to the Winter Solstice that Sue had at her home. Now, We're all trying to hybernate even though both of my Sons got injured, first Brandon got jumped, and had to get thirteen stiches to his head. Now Alan haf an accident on his bicycle, a car hit him, he got twenty stiches in his head and a fractured wrist. Now for Doctors visits (yuck!).
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
My friend, Mel's baby.
Dominic Nation Giovanni Norris
Born: July 21, 2008
weight: 7 lbs. 4 oz.
height:20 inches
Saturday, June 21, 2008
A Story for a Child
Little one, come to my knee!
Hark, how the rain is pouring
over the roof, in the pitch-black night, and the wind in the woods a-roaring!
Hush, my Darling, and listen,
then pay for the story with kisses;
Father was lost in the pitch-black night,
in just such a storm as this is!
High up on the lonely mountains,
where the wild men watched and waited;
Wolves in the forest, and Bears in the bush,
and I on my Path belated.
The rain and the night together
came down, and the wind came after,
bending the props on the pine-tree roof,
and snapping many a rafter.
I crept along in the darkness,
stunned, and bruised, and blinded,
crept to a fir with thick-set boughs,
and a sheltering rock behind it.
There, from the blowing and raining,
crouching, I sought to hide me:
something rustled, two green eyes shone,
and a wolf lay down beside me.
Little one, be not frightened;
I and the wolf together,
side by side, through the long, long night
hid from the awful weather.
His wet fur pressed against me;
each of us warmed the other;
each of us felt, in the stormy dark,
that beast and man was Brother.
And whenthe falling forest no longer crashed in warning,
each of us went from our hiding-place forth in the wild, wet morning.
Darling, kiss me in payment!
Hark, how the wind is roarng;
Father's house is a better place
when the stormy rain is pouring!
Bayard Taylor
Rewritten by: Christina
Hark, how the rain is pouring
over the roof, in the pitch-black night, and the wind in the woods a-roaring!
Hush, my Darling, and listen,
then pay for the story with kisses;
Father was lost in the pitch-black night,
in just such a storm as this is!
High up on the lonely mountains,
where the wild men watched and waited;
Wolves in the forest, and Bears in the bush,
and I on my Path belated.
The rain and the night together
came down, and the wind came after,
bending the props on the pine-tree roof,
and snapping many a rafter.
I crept along in the darkness,
stunned, and bruised, and blinded,
crept to a fir with thick-set boughs,
and a sheltering rock behind it.
There, from the blowing and raining,
crouching, I sought to hide me:
something rustled, two green eyes shone,
and a wolf lay down beside me.
Little one, be not frightened;
I and the wolf together,
side by side, through the long, long night
hid from the awful weather.
His wet fur pressed against me;
each of us warmed the other;
each of us felt, in the stormy dark,
that beast and man was Brother.
And whenthe falling forest no longer crashed in warning,
each of us went from our hiding-place forth in the wild, wet morning.
Darling, kiss me in payment!
Hark, how the wind is roarng;
Father's house is a better place
when the stormy rain is pouring!
Bayard Taylor
Rewritten by: Christina
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