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Tuesday, November 11, 2003

What happens when Sr. asks for a poem...
Well well well, look what everyone's favorite lit. teacher has assigned. A concrete poem (shaped) and a parallel poem (using the same structure as another poem). Here is my concrete poem:

Dog,
Wolf,
Moon,
Songs,
The deep trees,
The silver skies above,
Old grey mountains,
The friends tell stories.
The family carries its tales,
Through endless ages, to bring us a wolf song

As you can see, it looks much better when just written out. It's supposed to look like a wolf howling, but some lines are the wrong shape on the computer... Anyway, my parallel poem. This is the poem I did a parallel of:

He clasps the crag with crooked hands;
Close to the sun in lonely lands,
Ring'd with the azure world he stands.

The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls;
He watches from his mountain walls,
And like a thunderbolt he falls.

That's called "The Eagle" by someone I can't remember the name of. I really really like it though. Here is the parallel I whipped up in about ten minutes (it had to rhyme and match beats, mind you)"

The drops, they fall like crystal tears;
Helping to wash away his fears,
Thunder does laugh and lightning sneers.

His strength he finds in darkness cold;
His anger shapes him to be bold,
And rain makes him his cries to hold.

I thought it was all good and depressing. I'm seeing how many "cries for help" I can send before she cracks and sends me to a counselor. I just wanna see how she reacts when she finds out nothing's wrong... or is there? Muahahahahaha!!! Yeah.
One more annoying teacher fact before I go make some crappy stupid airplane thing for the mandatory competition tomorrow: Mrs. Jackson has, on numerous occasions, classified my sketchbook as a "toy". I'm not sure why she thinks something that we had to get for another class (art; what else?) is a "toy". Are my text books--besides science, which is what she teaches; very badly, I might add--also "toys"? Is a pencil now considered a "toy"? I am really not sure now. Unsure of the whole world... Sketchbook... "Toy"?... Huh... @_@
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