Poem about ants

The grass blew in the breeze

I blew some ants away when I sneezed

They flew down the hill

They rolled for a while and then lay still

Sitting here was very nice

Like sticking someone's head

In a bucket of ice

No more ants came by me

It made me sad

And very lonely

The magical piece of toast who ruled the universse, but then was eaten by a turtle who was eaten again by the another piece of toast who was eaten by one last turtle who was stomped by an elephant who could fly into sunsets and rainbows.

One magical day, a piece of toast was flying on his magic carpet, when he spotted a turtle trying to eat a different turtle. The first turtle was huge, and the other turtle had no shell, and was at least 10 times taller. The piece of toast was ruler of the universe, and decided that he would punish this fat turtle for eating another much smaller and much more innocent turtle. The piece of toast took off his Rolex, and backslapped the larger turtle. The turtle snatched the ruler of the universe, and ate him in one bite. The ruler of the ruler of the universe was another piece of toast that got angry for the fat turtle's greed. This piece of toast was much smarter, and decided to use strategy to beat the turtle. He flew in on TWO magic carpets, and slapped the turtle to death. The ruler of the ruler of the ruler of the ruler of the ruler of the ruler of the universe was  female turtle named Fran Stalinovstovichdavidovitschky.  She got angry at the ruler of the ruler of the universe for killing her fellow tortoise, and decided to eat him with her toast powers. She swooped down for the kill, slicing the piece of toast to shreds. She took the piece of toast back to her magical kingdom, and burned it to death. Fran  was victorious, but not for long. A giant flying elephant with a hot pink vest and a Joseph A Bank tie and suit came out of nowhere and smashed the turtle. The elephant was now the ruler of all universes, and happily flew out into the sunset and over the rainbow.

In The Lottery, the main theme is tradition. The Lottery is actually a ritual that has been going on forever in this town. When a person wins the lottery, then his/her family pick from a box again. Whichever person picks the black dot on a piece of paper gets killed. Many people in the story talk about how the ritual should be changed and shouldn't go on anymore. The elders of the town can't stand a change, because this is the ay that they have been living since they were born. In the story, it doesn't say why or how the lottery started, it only tells how it works, and the reason they still do it. If it explained why or how it started, then maybe it would seem  easier to understand why the elders won't change it. Now it just seems that the elders want to see people killed, because they won't change the laws concerning the lottery.

Jeffrey Saint Thomas Alejandro de Smith a la Jojo the Pickle

I watched Phillip day after day eat different pickles out of the jar. Some of them were skinny, and some fat. I also watched as Phillip would stand on the scale every day and then would start to cry. He was eating way too much, and the scale was proof. It was the next day that Phillip had taken his long vacation. I had wanted to be eaten for my entire life, and the chance was slipping away. 2 weeks later when Phillip still hadn't returned, I started to get sick. I was puking every day in my own pickle jar, and it was starting to fill. Now only my neck and head remain above the jar. I hope that Phillip will return soon so I can be eaten at last and freed from this terrible place. OHHHHH!!!!! Here it comes again. Blagh!

The poor pickle named Jeffrey Saint Thomas Alejandro de Smith a la Jojo had drowned in his own puke.

The tomato Rico Jones watched from a distance s one of his greatest friends who he had never even met died slowly.

Phillip's Plane Crash

No one knows when they will die. No one knows how they will die. No one knows why they will die. Phillip was no different. He thought he was going to live to be very old. He thought he was going to have great grandchildren. He thought he was going to live through the year. But he didn’t know that death had been looking for him for a long time. Sometime soon, death may just catch up to Phillip, and they will have a nice lunch and a long chat. Or death could just take Phillip by the hand, and take him off the face of the earth. For most of the people that knew Phillip, they would like plan B to happen as soon as possible.

                Phillip hopped off his moldy mattress and made an attempt to leap over the stack of beer cans, empty chip bags, and candy wrappers that had accumulated around the bed of the fattest man to live over the age of 40. Having failed once again, Phillip lifted his beach ball sized head out of an empty Cheetos bag. His head was hurting, but today was not a day for losing, and having tomatoes thrown at your face like every other day of the year. Today was moving day. With excitement in his mind, Phillip grabbed his suitcase, and headed out the door. After about 10 seconds of hard and intense thinking, Phillip walked back in his 15 foot by 15 foot apartment, and grabbed another bag of chips, this time Lays Baked. If today was going to be great, why not make it even greater by gorging yourself with greasy non healthy food that could make you look like a miniature planet walking down the street. This was Phillip’s motto, and he stuck to it like paper sticks to glue. After opening the jumbo sized bag, Phillip turned on the ignition of his car, and peeled out of the driveway and off towards the airport.

                Phillip first saw the airport about 25 minutes after leaving the apartment that he proudly called his home. Next, he saw the plane he was going to be flying in. It was the smallest there, and looked as if it was made out of cardboard. Not first class material, but it would have to do. After he was finished parking, Phillip turned to see the damage he had caused in the parking lot. He made a mental checklist. Two dented doors, one smashed window, five broken mirrors, and two smashed headlights. The shattered headlights came off of a yellow Lamborghini that was as bright as the sun itself. Not too bad considering that Phillip had failed his driver’s test more than 40 times now. But there was no time to lose. Having a flight leaving in less than 20 minutes put a lot of adrenaline coursing through his veins. Phillips was an Olympic sprinter, shot-putter, and high jumper at the same time. He threw two old women out of his way as if they were old. He leaped over a stray cat making it look as if it were only 5 inches high. And he sprinted the 30 yards from his car to the elevator in under two minutes which was a new personal record. Feeling proud and accomplished, Phillip closed the door to the elevator, and headed down to the baggage check.

                No more and no less than 15 minutes later, Phillip was getting onto the plane, and had the entire world on his side. Everything had gone right today, except for the failed attempt at jumping over the beer, chip, and candy wrapper style of hoarding. That was all behind him now, and he felt that if he had another chance, that he would complete the miraculous jump into beer and chip jumping history. Wouldn’t that be a great name to have; The World Champion Beer and Chip jumper. Phillip settled into his seat and tried to make himself comfortable as that thought of greatness sailed through his beach ball sized head with a pea sized brain. Then without any warning, the plane soared just above the black pavement, and accelerated forward into the clear sky. Looking out the small window, Phillip could see the emerald green trees everywhere except the highway, and the airport. Free at last, Phillip thought to himself. Free at last.

                Or so he thought. Phillip awoke as the plane lurched back and forth. He glanced once again out the window, and saw nothing but blue for miles and miles. Why was he above the ocean? Philip’s mind raced to try and remember where he was moving to. Hawaii he remembered. Then once again the question came to him, “Why am I above the ocean.” Suddenly the plane rocked to one side and started to do a barrel roll. Phillip didn’t move however, because his sumo sized body took up the entire row of seats, and his head was smashed against the ceiling. An announcement came to the passengers through a radio device. “We are in crash mode. The plane is going down. We have no life vests, so make any calls needed, and pray for your life.” For about 10 seconds here was absolute silence. Then “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Were all going to die! AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!! Were all going to die!” Phillip was entertained. In fact, he laughed hysterically. Except you can’t laugh when your under water, so Phillip stopped as soon as the plane made impact with the Pacific Ocean. Looking around, Phillip could see the closed eyes of every passenger on the plane, and their limp bodies. Phillip’s immense size must have made the blow not as bad for him as for every other poor soul on this piece of metal.

                Although Phillip did have a brain that was no larger than a pea, he happened to know a lot about sharks. He knew that sharks could smell blood from over a mile away. He also knew that one of the fiercest sharks known to man lived off the coast of Hawaii. Another fact he knew, was that when sharks smell blood, they swim towards the blood. Glancing around, Phillip noticed an arm floating towards him that had been chopped off at the impact. The water was a pool of lava. Everywhere he turned, Phillip saw red, red and more red. Panic turned to shock, then to fear, then to both. He needed to get out of here. Having such a giant body allowed him to hold his breath for longer, but not for too long. Open water and fresh blood was all he could see. Making himself as thin as the fattest toothpick on Earth, Phillip popped out of the seat and did his best doggy paddle to the surface.

                The first thing Phillip felt was the cold. His entire body shook as it struggled to look for any source of heat. Phillip’s head bobbed below the surface, and when he came back up, he knew that he was in big trouble. Not being able to swim very well was by far the biggest disadvantage for Phillip other than his weight of course. His day had started so perfectly, it seemed almost impossible that it could turn out this bad. There was no way that he could give up though. Hawaii’s coast was just a few miles away, and he had the wind at his back. Turning and doggy paddling towards the land, Phillip never turned back. Had he done so, he would have peed his pants and flipped his lid. A fin sticking slightly out of the water was gaining on him and fast. Having only seconds left in his life, Phillip was about to have a long chat and a nice lunch with death itself.

TO BE CONTINUED….

Free blacks in the northern state

                During the Civil War, black people in the south were slaves. It was a law in the North that black people should be free. Were they really free to live their lives however they wanted? Did they have every single freedom that white people had? I don’t think that Black people were free in the north during the civil war, because they still couldn’t go to the same school as white people, or drink at the same fountains, or go to the same bathroom. They weren’t allowed to do the same things that white people could do, even though black people were supposed to be free.

                Even though black people were supposed to be free, they still had many restrictions against them. For example, black people were not allowed to vote. Every white man of legal age was allowed to vote, but for some reason, white people wouldn’t allow black people to vote. They were also restricted from being in court, or part of the jury. Black people couldn’t go to the same churches, or live in the same areas as white people. White people would live in very ritzy areas of cities, while black people would live in rundown homes, and other bad spots to live. White people also had better jobs than black people most of the time, and got better pay. While it seemed like black people were free, they really weren’t for most of the part. 

                Although black people had many restrictions against them, they had many freedoms compared to blacks in the south. In the south, almost all black people were slaves. In the north however, black people were allowed to work to support their family. They were also allowed to do whatever they wanted with the money they made. Even though many of the black people had so many restrictions, just being able to work for a living and have a job was considered being free. It seems that anything but slavery was considered freedom.

               Even though black people weren’t slaves in the north, they still were not liked by every white person. There were many white people in the north that wanted slaves to do the work for them. There were also many white people who were fine with the idea of black people being free. Many white people came to the realization that every man is equal, while many of them were the exact opposite. The whites in the south were obviously not happy with this, so unhappy that they started a war over it. So there were many different beliefs about black people being free in the north. 

                So, were black people in the north really free? Or were they just not slaves. There is a huge difference. Being a slave means that you have no freedoms what so ever. Blacks in the north were allowed to have a job, and were allowed to make money for their families. They had freedom of religion.  I don’t think that black people in the north were completely free, because of all the restrictions against them.

Big Yellow taxi and Field Below response

In the poems/songs Big Yellow Taxi and Field Below, the songs don't exactly reflect how the poems sound. In Field Below, the mood of the song actually represents what the poem sounds like. In Big Yellow Taxi though, the poem sounds sad and regretful, but the song sounds happy and joyous. When the poems are read, they sound almost the same. Both authors made it sound like something was missing from life, and that they have a huge regret. I find it weird that such a sad poem could be transformed into a happy song.

Gummi Bears Poem

Gummi bears are so sweat
They are a food I want to eat
But i don't have any here
So why not chug a beer
How bout a MGD
So delicious you will see
Not as good as a gummi bear
I want to have them everywhere
But then i would get fat
And i want my stomach to stay flat
Every where i go it seems
I see so many gummi bears which means
That America is fat
It's unfortunate but that is that

Mother To Son

Authors Note: This is a piece based on the poem From Mother to Son

In the poem "Mother to Son" by Langston Hughes, there were many metaphors. An example of a metaphor was when the author wrote Life ain't been no crystal stair. When the mom said this, she was telling her son how life is never easy, and no matter how hard it gets, you have to keep climbing. When the mom was talking, the mood in which she was talking made her sound not very educated at all, because she used lots of slang words and improper grammar. The figurative language used also made it sound like she was proud of the life she had lived, even though there were many " cracks in the stair" and she didn't live on a "crystal staircase."

Author's Note:  This is a character description of Percy Jackson in The Sea of Monsters

When Percy Jackson walks in the room, the first thing you will notice is that the normally bright eyes seem dark and mysterious as if they have seen too much. With Percy Jackson this is the case. You will probably smell blue cupcakes because his mom makes them almost every single day for the two of them. Percy will stay hunched over with his eyes down not making eye contact with anyone. This is because his eyes  have seen too much. He is afraid that people will notice. There also might be a hint of dog drool on his clothes, because his giant dog takes up half the apartment. Percy definitely has seen too much.