Saturday, October 31, 2009

Poem 3: Love


Beautiful and dripping
the puddles are huge
rain is a falling
the droplets are
lets go dance
lets go run
lets sing
rain is dripping
down my face
I love rain

Thursday, October 22, 2009

Poem 2: Life Story


Califorina is beautiful
Utah is different
School happens
Summer hapens
Family is there
Books have life stories
Family makes a life story
Religion is to shape you
Pain is to push through
The experince that makes you
Ending the day with Alegria

Wednesday, October 14, 2009

I Remember California

I remember the big tree
Green and leafy
I remember the big hill
It was in our backyard
We never climbed to the top
It was over run with dead weeds
And perhaps a few toys and plants
I remember Knob Hill Elementary
I went there for kindergarten and first grade
I remember coloring a piece of paper
They made of quilt for my teacher of all the class pictures
I remember my elementary librarian
She didn’t have one hand
I remember the red line
We weren’t suppose to pass it
I remember my first fire drill
I was after school with my mom and a teacher
I remember the park behind my school
I remember going to Sea World on a field trip
The Bright sunshine
The t-shirts we got to wear the said K-1
I remember my grandma’s house
We liked to pick slugs out of her front flower beds
They were put in sand buckets
I remember stage coach park
The best part was the huge state coach
Then they got rid of it
It must have been to dangerous
I remember the end of first grade
I remember my dad was no longer in California
I remember have the end of year party at the park
We had lots of fun
That was the last I saw of any of my classmates
They moved on and went to Knob Hill Elementary
And then I moved to Utah

Thursday, October 8, 2009

Journal Entry

The Women in Black (#13)

“Why? Why did you have to take him from me?” She is feeling as though all her problems before this are nothing to what she is going through right now. She can’t believe that the person most important in the world to her is gone. As if in a Flash she remembers that horrible night in which everything happened. That one day that changed her life forever.

The sea was rolling. The Captain had been predicting the storm for days. It was slow in coming though. The all to suddenly the sea was rolling. The waves were huge as if there were monsters roaring out of the sea. The sky blackened over and then the rain came pelting down. The top deck was the worst place to be and the ship was in utter chaos. She and her husband were going to the New World to escape religious persecution. Everyone was dripping in sea water. They were hurrying across deck as fast as they could so they could get down the hatch. She was going down in the hatch as fast as she possibly could. Then a wave struck the side of the ship throwing her husband over board and her onto the uncomfortable floor of the bottom of the ship. Then she blacked out.

She awoke the next morning in a daze climbing up to the deck. The sky was peaceful. There was not an angry cloud in sight. She dissolved in tears thinking of what she had lost. She had lost the last person who cared about her to the sea last night. She had no family in England that would take her in. Her parent had disowned her because she had married a man that she loves and not some rich wealthy Englishman who was the social status her parents wanted. The memory dissolves.

She is back on the beach kneeling on the ground crying. There is nothing that can bring her husband back from the sea. She must come to terms with that and work her own way through life. She can’t become some weak little women who won’t stand up for herself.

Saturday, October 3, 2009

Impulse 2

A busy coffee shop in Paris, France. An afternoon on a winter weekend. We hear the clatter of dishes and cups being cleared. It is cold outside and the windows have steamed over: inside it is warm, a little too warm, steamy and muggy. Coats and sweaters and scarves are draped over the back of chairs and booths, and hang from hooks on the wall. Puddles of dirty water have formed under the tables- the drippings from shoes. Two people are sitting at a table by a window. One of them studies the menu. The other person does not look at the menu. Finally, the person looking at the menu speaks. What does this person say?

1 is the girl, 2 is the boy

1-Don’t even think about lying to me?
2-How did you know I was going to say anything?
1-I know more than I let on to.
2-Can we please just get back to what we came here for.
1-How is your hot chocolate?
2-Really we need to discus the information that we found it could be really ground breaking.
1-Just remember when in Rome do as the Romans do.
2-We’re in Paris!
1- What did you find on your mission?
2-I found that they go every day
1-That guy over there is working for the enemy he is going to try and thwart our plans.
2- How do they know we are here?
1-They are going to have our hotel surrounded tonight.
2- We are going to have to disappear in plain sight.
1 -HE knows we are here but not who we are.
2 -Should we leave separately?
1- no, he doesn’t have any back up close they are all at the building in question
2- A couple leaving a coffee shop should not be anything strange
1 -true there are tons of couple here in Paris
2- I wish that we could spend one hour with out your mind finding some one who is against us. It really stinks.
1- We really need to go. Do you have you disguise ready?
2- Yes, how ‘bout you?
1- Remember we need to be quiet on the street and only speak French in case anyone can hear us.
2- What is the status on suspected?
1- He is receiving more information and what to do back up will be here in 30 minutes!
2 -Ejecting now?
1- Yes, remember to speak French you nearly got us caught last night. There was someone who heard.
2 -okay
1 -we aren’t in the tourist portion of Paris so we need to really be as much like the French as possible. Ready?
2- go
1- Avez-vous apprécié votre chocolat Felix? (Did you enjoy you chocolate Felix?)
2-Adelaide, J'aime passer du temps avec vous plus que le chocolat!( Adelaide, I enjoy spending time with you more than the chocolate!)