Step One: Read Below
Prepositions are "words" or "one word" that function as a connecting device to show relationships between other words in a sentence. They do this without being a Coordinating Conjunction (FANBOYS). They live in their own little part of speech which I call Preposition Land.In this land they connect words that reveal:
Notice that without the preposition, the meaning of a sentence is lost. One would never say or write: "The tornado moved the valley."
unless of course the tornado completely lifted up an entire valley and moved it. When the preposition "toward" is added to the sentence, it then connects the idea on how a tornado and a valley relate to each other. "The tornado moved toward the valley." Now this is a complete thought, thus a sentence.Please listen and watch the musical video on Prepositions. Yes, this may seem silly; nevertheless, a majority of students still have trouble identifying prepositions. There will be another Preposition Quiz, so this is your time to really learn them.
Step Two: Watch the 3 minute video
Click Link Below:Musical Video on Prepositions
Please note that this video focuses more on prepositions that show location. However, the more you see how these little connecting words function, the easier it will be for your to identify them for what they do: Which is to show relationships between words.
Step Three: Watch the 7 minute video on how to diagram a prepositional phrase.
Now, watch the video to learn how to diagram a preposition. Notice that the speaker does not identify the verb first (big mistake) but at least you will learn the format for diagramming a preposition which you will also be part of the next quiz on prepositions.
Click Link Below:
Diagramming a Prepositional Phrase
Step Four: Create a Poem
Now Create a Poem using a Preposition at the beginning of each line of poetry. Your poem must create some kind of meaning to the Reader. It cannot merely be a bunch of lines that begin with prepositions. Minumun length=15 lines of poetry, each beginning with a preposition.
Under the sea.
ReplyDeleteBeneath the blue sky.
Away are the grey clouds.
Beside the shore.
Near where the ocean crashes.
Upon the sand.
In the midst of the heat.
Across the bay,
Up in the air.
Away you go.
Far far away.
Down you look watching.
The shades of me and you.
Time runs out.
And away we both go.
sariah beeby,
pd.1
Dear Sariah,
DeleteI enjoyed your poem, especially the lines, "Down you look watching/the shades of me and you". I felt like you stumbled upon a theme and had you put your heart into the assignment, you would have developed this more.
At any rate, I hope that you now have a better understanding on how to recognize a preposition.
Sincerely,
Ms. Carlson
Dear Sariah,
DeleteYour poem was so heart felt and inspiring to me what I what to know is how did you write this.
Sincerely, Shantriace
Dear Ms. Carlson,
ReplyDeleteHere is my poem!
Across the cheerful river, there,
Between the rocks with mossy hair,
Through creaking woods, along a trail
Over hill and over dale
Beneath the clouds of white and gray
Beside a fence, I ran one day
To satisfy my need to roam
Beyond the happy hills of home
Down the valley!
Around a bog!
Against the wind!
Despite some fog!
Upon the setting of the sun
Outside my house (where I'd begun),
In the front yard, I stood once more
Up, up! the stairs, and to the door
Below the porch, the crickets trilled
Above, the sky with stars was filled
Behind me was the world unknown
Before me was my cozy home
Sincerely,
Jessica Meek, p. 2
Dear Jessica,
DeleteI enjoyed your whimsical upbeat poem. I especially liked the way you describe the rocks on the river as being mossy hair. I also like the line "Up, up! the stairs, and to the door" because it reminded me of a line that Dr. Seuss might have used. And when that line appears within the poem, it brought me back to a time when I use to read bedtime stories to my children.
It is funny how our writing can be so influenced by our reading. While the "up, up" reminded me of Dr. Suess, you also use words that reflect a person who reads older literature, which I think you do, but please correct me if I am wrong. However, when I read the words: "dale, bog, and trilled", I thought about how the fact that those words for the most part have fallen out of our common use of language. It is nice to go back into time, with Dr. Suess and your love of antiquated words.
Sincerely,
Ms. Carlson
Dear Ms. Carlson,
ReplyDeleteBeyond the threshold of thought,
near the border of real and fake.
Round’ the bend you go,
down the path you choose to make.
Beside the moon perhaps, yet still,
beneath the stars.
Amid all the comets and
among the gravity of mars.
Underneath the layers of blue,
towards the darkened sand.
Past the flow where mermaids go,
across, a long lost land.
Between the sheets are you,
beyond the bonds of reality.
Despite your snore and scary lore,
following a dream you are, happily.
Maluhia Kinimaka
Pd. 1
Dear Maluhia,
DeleteWow. That's all I can say. Your poem drew me in as a reader with that wonderful alliteration in the first lines which was the "threshold of thought". After I read that line, I then opened my mind to be more philosophical as I tried to interpret where you were taking me. Later, low and behold, I am in a dream; yet for some reason I felt at first I was in a broken relationship.
It is funny how words can conjure up different feelings/interpretations. Perhaps when I read, I can be guilty of reading too much into something. But when the poem closes, I realized I was completely off track. But of course, I knew once the path “whoever chose” (me first thinking it was an ex-boyfriend) took them to universal places and then into mystical mythological places, I knew you were no longer alluding to a boyfriend.
As a side note: when I glance back up at your poem, I noticed that each stanza begins with a "B". If you were to ever edit this poem, I would suggest changing the stanza that begins with "Underneath" to "Beneath."
Just a thought.
Aloha,
Ms. Carlson
Dear Ms. Carlson,
ReplyDeleteAcross the street,
Past the alley,
Over the mountains,
Beyond the valley.
In the quite,
Among the mild,
But not for long,
As they hated the wild.
Inside they came,
By chopping it down,
Out with the old,
In with the town.
According to the Proverb,
Since all things must end,
At one point in time,
For we all lose a friend.
Sincerely,
Alanna Bauman
Pd. 2
Dear Alanna,
DeleteI liked how you incorporated the environmental impact of deforestation and over-development into your poetry, it was beautiful and packed with pathos.
Respectfully,
Aveilana Saldana
Above the ground
ReplyDeletebeneath the sky
among the fast life
here I am
stuck in time
between all the chatters
within an without me
eventually none of this will matter
(according to my mother)
for this time will be nothing but a mere memory
inside of me locked away
since i am not there yet
high and low is where I search
for the hidden key that comes with time
to lock this past away
underneath my heart i will put it
by doing so i will start fresh
out with the old
in with the new
Shannon Delaney
period 1
Dear Ms. Carlson,
ReplyDeleteriding the ski lifts
above the ground
feet dangling in mid air
toward the mountain summit
from the top
down the mountain
through the woods
between the trees
left and right avoiding the dips
against the wind
beside my dad
between two mountains
towards the bottom
come in safe
beside my family
Ashlie Overmyer
Pd. 3
Dear Ms. Carlson,
ReplyDeleteWithin the secret
lies a story
inside everyone's mind
before it's spoken,
amidst reality it must be understood
beyond the judgment
through eyes of acceptance
like an ignorant being that hasn't seen what we've become
beyond what people think and know
within yourself is all that matters
unlike the ones that pretend to be
aboard a train of love and respect for you
despite the frost in peoples words
save society from destroying what created it
by creating acceptance for all
Sincerely,
Lexy Stogner Pd 1
On a sunny day
ReplyDeleteIn the middle of June
At Hanalei Bay
Beside the crystal clear blue salt water
Under the basking sun
Beneath a huge rainbow in the sky
With a cool, fresh breeze
On top of my beach towel
On the warm, soft sand
Next to the crashing waves
Near the surfers in the ocean
With an ice cold drink in my hand
Along with spam musubi in the other
Beside me, my best friend
Without any distractions
Respectfully,
Angelika Questin
Pd.2
Dear Ms. Carlson,
ReplyDeleteBehind these eyes lie memories of old,
Along with smiles and stories untold.
Beneath the surface they wait in silent,
Under pressure, restless and violent.
Over the fence we often climbed,
Up the trees we often de-vined.
Through the woods that seemed so scary,
Without any stresses to make us wary.
Beside me you'd sit, and I'd look up with pride,
Without you I am lost, you brought out my better side.
With wilting flowers, we'd race back home,
At the river we'd stop, but continue to roam.
At times like these, I long for your laugh.
Without compare you are my better half.
Far away you are right now,
At the porch I'll wait till you come 'round.
Amidst all the tumults and trials you left me alone to face,
Here is your home and again we will race.
Through the tall grassy fields,
Near perfect and soft,
Along the the road back home,
Up the stairs to the loft.
Between us now the distance will not bother,
Past will meet present and I will again see my brother.
Respectfully,
Aveilana Saldana (Pd.2)
P.S. You may think my poem strange, but my brother and I are bestfriends and I miss him a lot. This poem is for him, with love from Kauai to Boston. <3
Dear Ms. Carlson,
ReplyDeleteBelow the shimmering surface
'Round the river bend flowing
Between two seperate shores
Past the shadows of reaching tree branches
Down the path I go
Among sand and salt
Toward the ebbing ocean
Without a care
Out I drift
In absolute awe
Of the infinite sky
Despite my fears
Amid the icy water
without a worry
In the world.
Sincerely,
Amber Diaz
dear Ms.Carlson,
ReplyDeletethrough these dark brown loving eyes
lies her relentless thoughts.
as she tries drifting as far away from reality as possible.
there is her soul
inhabiting just a corpse.
through the pain and the sorrow
theres a girl that longs to be happy again.
time and time again she smiles
following the routine of the artificial smile
absent of any emotions left
as people walk by they tend to fall for the act.
inside her head she tells herself to stay strong
despite the sadness
deep down she says
theres always hope to feel happy again
sincerely,
thauris manzano
pd. 1
Dear Ms. Carlson
ReplyDeleteI walked through the valley
And this lasted for days
Until i saw her across the fray
I ran towards her way
By time that i reached her
She turned from facing the sun
And then vanished like a mirage
I awoke in my bed
For my alarm clock that had rung
And so i awoke ten minutes before eight
From dream to nightmare had fate await
Dear Ms.Carlson,
ReplyDeleteHere's my poem!
Among the misty ocean spray
Beneath the fluorescent coral sky
On a honey golden blanket
Next to a beautiful guitar
Despite the growing darkness
Without a wink of sleep
Since the sun has gone now
Instead she'll start to dream
About a stage with glowing lights
In front of a pool of people
But for now she'll settle for the wind
Excepting it's persistent cheering
Beyond her wildest dreams
Before her stood a crowd
About time for her to sing her songs
Following her dreams as an entirely grateful artist
Sincerely,
Maria Fish pd: 2
Dear Ms. Carlson,
ReplyDeleteOn the outside you see a smile.
On the inside she slowly dies.
Beneath the clothes lie the bruises.
Past the pretty blue eyes are the hidden secrets.
Beyond the bubbly personality she crumbles.
Off the edge she wants to jump.
From face to face she’ll elude them all,
Except one.
Among the rest he stands tall.
Unlike many,
Within her, he chooses to look.
Before him, she wished for time to run out.
But now she hopes for nothing but the opposite.
Off on adventures she’ll go,
For following her heart is suddenly an option.
Sincerely,
Shania Weiss, Period 3.
Dear Shania,
DeleteThis is so sad..
Sincerely,
Podma Phillips
Pd:3
Dear Ms. Carlson,
ReplyDeleteWe live in a world
a world filled with strangers
strangers whom we assume exist
exist amongst each others lives
lives like ours
like ours, but different
different given we are similar
similar as we are unalike
We learn by comparing
comparing ourselves to eachother
eachother as well as our thoughts
thoughts towards our perspective
our perspective of life
life as a whole
a whole lotta strangers
Respectfully,
Podma Phillips
Pd:3
Dear Ms. Carlson,
ReplyDeleteCities lay still,
twenty-three past one it must be,
The Sun shines bright onto the grey ground,
Where is everyone?
The sky are still painted with clouds,
The grass still grows,
The ocean still meets the shore,
The rooster still crows,
However not a human sound is heard,
Day after day,
Never a soul in sight,
We have left,
We have moved on,
Heaven not the place,
Nor Hell,
Beneath the ground we lay,
A thousand years have past,
The Earth has moved on,
Sincerly,
Peter Sizelove Pd.1
Dear Mrs.Carlson,
ReplyDeleteAmong your peers is where I hide,
With in pockets, hands, and purses is where I live,
Despite my imperfections they are improving me,
As the world grows, I will only continue to grow more,
At my arrival people were in amazement of the things I could do,
Near this time, everyone just wants more,
Across this planet I am well known,
Through planes and ships I am transported all over,
Without me you are lost,
With me, you become lost in your own world,
Beside you is where I always am,
Unlike your dog, I cannot choose where I go,
But like your dog, I cannot choose my owner,
Through me, many things are possible,
Considering, who can resist an iPhone?
Sincerely, Maile Tuttle Period 3
Dear Ms. Carlson,
ReplyDeleteAcross the babbling brook
Between fields of grassy maize
A place I once mingled
After flocks of geese
Over an opalescent lake
Leaves me in a nostalgic haze
Under a magnificent willow tree
In shroud of leafy shadow
Within the cool winds' chilling path
A reminder of times past
Autumn leaves fall
Around the sound of trains
Moving along the lines
A freezing breeze brushing the foliage
Tumultuous grey clouds contrast the colors
Under a quiet sky
Sincerely,
Griffin Madden, Pd. 1
Dear Ms. Carlson,
ReplyDeleteUnder the blankets I lay,
From danger I stay away,
Beside my pillow,
Upon my mattress,
Above the floor,
Far from reality,
In the clouds I dream,
Near counting sheep,
Upon a peaceful bed,
Up up and away I go,
Beneath all wories,
Beyond the countless thinking,
As I lay there,
Past midnight,
With comfort I am asleep.
Sincerely,
Kendra Vega Pd. 3
Dear Kendra,
DeleteI love your topic. You did well in using a preposition for the first word every time. It was very simple yet it was perfectly detailed on sleeping and you made your topic very clear. Good Job!
Sincerely,
Shianne Schorr
Period 2
Dear Ms. Carlson,
ReplyDeleteBeneath my ribcage you forever remain
Inside of me my heart aches because
Without you my smile is gone
Without you I don't know where I belong
Away you went, and I'll never understand why you
Left me with nothing
But a world without you
With you I felt unstoppable, powerful, superhuman
Day by day my heart turns cold knowing you're gone
When will you come back?
Via cellphone I tried reaching you.
Via email I tried reaching you.
Via airmail I tried reaching you.
As Monday passes,
As Tuesday passes,
As Friday passes,
As the months and years pass
I will still secretly wait for you
Until then my million dollar smiles and my cheery laughs will remain nonexistent simply because
You are no longer here.
Sincerely,
Jenny Paleracio Period 2
Dear Mrs. Carlson,
ReplyDeleteDespite the strengths, I will never be good enough for her.
Within I starve myself to feed a never ending hunger of the mind.
But the mind is a selfish girl, she will never be satisfied.
After I finish releasing the pain through tears, my dear, crying in the mirror I see its all in vain.
Besides, shes never satisfied.
Inside, I will never be good enough for myself.
Sincerely, Whitney Beck pd 2
Dear Ms.Carlson,
ReplyDeleteUp, up, way up, high in the sky
Lye big white clouds.
Where angles play all day
Without a care in their mind.
Up, up, way up, high fluffy cloud bunnies fralick in the medows.
Across the medow we see a baby deer.
While taking her first steps she stumbles and falls.
Without fear for her mother is there
Countinuing to play the baby deer runs away.
Beneath her feet she feels the soft grass.
Within the breeze she feels at peace
Up, up, way up high, we are free to frawlick
Within the medow,
Without a care,
Without fear,
Where angles play all day
We have a place,
Where we are safe.
Sincerely,
Kristen Yam
pd 3
Dear Ms. Carlson,
ReplyDelete*sorry i posted it and it wasnt done*
Despite the strengths, I will never be good enough for her.
Within I starve myself to feed a never ending hunger of the mind.
Like many other young girls, I fight for satisfaction.
But the mind is a selfish girl, she will never be satisfied.
On the outside:
To wide.
To short.
To ugly.
To pale.
On the inside:
To stupid.
To insecure.
To awkward.
To alone.
After I finish releasing the pain through tears, crying in the mirror I see its all in vain.
Besides, shes never satisfied.
Inside and out, I will never be good enough for myself.
Sincerely, Whitney Beck pd 2
Dear Ms. Carlson,
ReplyDeleteDespite the storm she held within
Against the evil beneath her skin
Beyond the darkness that hid her glow
By means of strength a seed will grow.
Within her mind the clouds drift off
Inside her heart the soils soft
Across her face her smile shines
Towards hope her stem of dreams will rise.
In her heart the lightening's gone
Against all odds she's moving on
Near she is, she needed time
Because of courage the seedling's fine.
Between the lies and fighting temptations
Behind she leaves her damaged foundation
Along the lines of going back
From the stem sprouts leaves; Shes better than that.
Past the misery, she knows, she feels it
Within her eyes, they know, they see it
Among the things she now knows
Out came the beauty,
Within, her flower grows.
Sincerely,
Jalissa Rapozo-Carveiro pd.3
Dear Ms. Carlson,
ReplyDeleteOut of the car I step
Into the sand beneath
Surrounded by grains upon my feet
Whisking winds that takes my hair
Between my fingers I feel every hair
Quietly I begin basking
Near me trees are rasping
Beyond the horizon I see the sun setting
Distantly watching the whales splashing
Towards the sea I take my steps
Within me I feel refreshed
Covered by water which is so clear
Above my ankles goose bumps appear
Floating bubbles from my insides come out
Without water where would we be now?
The sea so full of mysteries
Around me so much history
Left and right so many beauties
Behind my eyes I’m wondering truly
Above me God must be listening
Around the world He is observing
At my lips I take my breath
Within us,
Around us is such a strange world we live
Sincerely,
Shianne Schorr
Period 2
Dear Ms. Carlson,
ReplyDeleteDown by the ocean
Under the twinkling stars the water stretches
Across the sand beckoning me
Within the vast blue
Among the harmless fish are dangers
Beyond your imagination
Despite the disapproving voices
Against my better judgment
Before anyone can stop me
Down into its depths I go
Underneath the waves
At last I feel at home.
Beneath me seaweed sway
Along the ocean floor
As the last air bubbles escape my lips
Towards the surface I swim
On the sand I lay catching my breath once more
Sincerely,
Taylor McGinnis Pd.1
Dear Ms Carlson
ReplyDeleteNear the plate I stand
Straight forward I face
Loosely my muscles feel
Empty space of my mind
Straight down the middle the pitch is delivered
Forward the bat moves in motion
Quickly the ball is hit to the 6 hole
At a moment’s notice I can beat the throw
Rapidly my heart beats
Towards the bag I stare
Instantly I stretched my leg to the base
Loudly shouted “SAFE” the umpire says
Stealthily I creep to gain an extra stride
Awkwardly I stare at his ankles
Patiently I wait
Hoping I don’t get caught leaning
Immediately I take off as soon he goes home
Beating so hard, my chest is exploding
Down and dirty I got
“OUT” the shame words
Nice try, better luck next time
Sincerely
AJ Cummings
Pd. 3
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ReplyDeleteDear Ms. Carlson,
ReplyDeleteTo find the treasure hidden near
Back to my lair to see it clear
Around the town you must go
Regardless of challenges you'll undergo
Following instructions you will see
Off you go, adventure awaits thee
Beyond the park byt the trees
In the feild lives some fleas
Inside their heads they hold the key
Concerning the time old mystery
Despite what others may say
According to me you're on your way
Till you find it you may joke
Far from it it's not a hoax
Atop a hill you will see the mystery treasure, yipee!
Sincerely,
Cassie Wilson
Pd. 2
Dear Ms. Carlson,
ReplyDeleteBeneath the boiling surface.
Beyond the largest ocean.
Among the biggest of names.
Against all of the odds.
Through Hell and the Armageddon.
At the edge of the Earth.
Between Goliath and the Kraken.
Near the edge of defeat.
Over the biggest mountain.
Past the hottest desert.
Across the coldest ice.
Unlike our opponents.
Above everyone else we stand.
At the top of the world.
After everything settled, we are #1.
*2013 BOYS D2 STATE SOCCER CHAMPS*
Sincerely,
Jonathan Paleka
Period 1
Dear ms. Carlson
ReplyDeleteheres my poem.........not that great....
Though the fog that surrounds
Lies the mysteries and the truths
That the world tries not to find
Ignorant to the obvious
Discerning the truth
Among lies the people
Without the thought of finding the truth
Upon all the troubles they never face
A shadow of doubt in the head rests
Though the people we meet
Our personas our then created
Because of the bonds you make
The fog of lies and doubt is helped faced
By the people you meet
That will then help you shape the world for you
Sincerely,
Kalani MUrakami Period 1
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ReplyDeleteDear Ms.Carlson,
ReplyDeleteFound in the dustiest of corners
Beside the diaries of our secrets
On a shelf of honor
Near the much polished trophies
Upon lies the locket of the loved
Hidden away and tucked under the skin
Within the cbontrol panel of what I wont let in
Failing to show few emotions
Im headed on a journey
Aboard a ship into the ocean
Carrying a chest of things that won't return
Out it is cast, sinking down
Against the handle of all what I must forget
Wrapped with gentle care,
Is all of my lifes regret
Among the things I could have fought for
The beloved locket will never fall unto shore.
We place these many things
Upon this vacant rift
Guided through tempered waters stained black
And we call it life
Sincerely,
Kulia Blalock
Period 3
Dear Ms.Carlson,
ReplyDeleteBeneath the house, I hide.
Away I scurry.
Into my hole.
Among my brothers.
Inside the wall.
Fearing for my life.
Though I am small.
Though it is large.
Though I am quick.
Though it is fierce.
Hiding in my hole.
Waiting for this beast to leave.
To look for another snack.
So until he does, I hide in this house.
Because I am a mouse.
Sincerely,
Kailer Scopacasa
Period 1
DeleteDear Ms. Carlson,
ReplyDeleteWithin her mind she’s so confused
Inside her heart she feels sad and abused
Despite her feelings of a need to cry
Above it all she will rise
Upon her face is always a façade
Underneath it all she feels so flawed
Among her peers, so much kindness is shown
Although inside she is so down and low
Opposite of her a boy is so happy
Considering his life is good and wealthy
But filling it with coke and whiskey
Down he will go and very quickly
Unlike the girl, he is such a jerk
But still, to be his friend people will work
Amidst it all we have to realize
Despite it all we cannot deprive
Beyond it all life will go on
Forgive everything in the past, live life and move on
Sincerely,
Nikki Ramos
Period 1
Dear Ms. Carlson,
ReplyDeleteAmong this life is full indeed!
Of joy and cheer I have nothing, you see.
Beneath me lies a shy ego, I must be.
More contentment? That's misery .
Behind this life is full indeed!
Of honesty trapped in a dark abyss.
Upon me is an immense forge, I can't miss.
More imitation? That's pure bliss.
Inside this life is full indeed!
Of fear and fright, I must not be.
Throughout me is a nobody I believe.
More confidence I shall receive.
Respectfully,
Jeric Manzano
Pd:3
Dear Ms.Carlson
ReplyDeleteThrough da valley I hunt boars
Amongst da kalo in da Lo'i
Under one coconut tree
Following da buss up road
Despite da pretty wahines I pass
In my cherreh truck I cruz uhm.
Considering typing in pidgeon
Regarding my choke originality
Accepting dat I might get one not maika'i grade
With my rubbah slippahs
Against da soles of my feet
Plus ten dollahs
I am going to eat.
Sincerely,
Keliikoa Baclayon
Pd. 3
Dear Ms. Carlson,
ReplyDeleteAcross faces,
people smile from ear to ear.
Without a doubt,
beyond a universal "language"..
Toward the bright side,
giggles are amid..
after arguments collide.
Without laughter,
but the planet would grow weary..
So someone snicker during.. or hereafter.
Concerning all,
according to studies,
rolling on the floor may be medicine..
so tell jokes till dawn, and grab some buddies.
Bliss throughout your days,
next to smirks and breaths of fresh air,
Flowers we are, together bouquets.
Sincerely,
Jimmelle Parong
Period Three
Dear Ms. Carlson,
ReplyDeleteAfter the sun has set
Into the coming dusk
Through the lines of the coming night
Beneath a blanket of stars she sits
Opposite the sky
Opposite the Earth
Without company, alone
With the pyre of thoughts
Around her burning
Into her body
Out of her mind
Near the heart
Across the past
Until they reach the future
Beneath a blanket of stars
Sincerely,
Casey Nakamura, PD1
Dear Ms. Carlson,
ReplyDeleteHere is a hard to understand song translated to an even less understandable preposition poem:
In a dreamless dorm
By the ticking clock, I walk away,
From a soundless room
Outside to the windless night
From the moonlight, melts my ghostly shadow
To the lukewarm gloom
With a nightly dance
of bleeding swords,
From that I am reminded, I still live
Away from the god of fear I ran away
Upon which he chained me to despair
But I'll burn my dread
Past of my chains, I'll break free and run
Towards the sunlight again
In the sunlight, I'll rest my head once again
Sincerely,
Don Maddock Pd. 1
Dear Ms. Carlson,
ReplyDeleteAmong the crowded bodies and nervous minds
Against the odds of time that winds
Amid the feelings of despair
Around the room of tables and chairs
As I sweat and shed my hair
Between the lines that should be filled
By the hand that has been killed
Before I shut my eyes and scream
Beyond I see a hidden dream
Below the hand works and steams
Concerning for my peers
Considering that this writing will bring them to tears
Despite the time remained
During the teacher explained
Down went the paper unrestrained
Sincerely,
Cody Palmer Pd.2
Dear Ms. Carlson,
ReplyDeleteBelow is the ocean so blue
Where creatures bid adieu
Beyond the sun says goodnight
As the birds take off in flight
Despite the nights cool chill
Across i see quiet a thrill
Between two swaying palm trees
A seal appears thats swam the seas
Down the beach
Beyond my reach
Off in the sand
A turtle sits so grand
Amongst the salty air
Underneath the moons stare
Upon the grainy sand
A place I call my wonderland
Respectfully,
Brooke Spencer, Pd.1
Dear Ms.Carlson,
ReplyDeleteI walk onto a grassy field
Inside a crowded stadium
Before the big game
Between two teams
hoping to out score the other
It's a race against time
And a battle of skill
Across the field are girls dressed in red
Preventing us from scoring
On the sideline is our coach
In the center the head referee
After ninety minutes of running
A winner is determined
Despite the bruises and sore muscles
A team became the victor
Sincerely,
Kanani Colburn
Pd.1
Dear Ms. Carlson,
ReplyDeleteIn view of the sea,
some may disagree...
it's a sight for all of thee...
Toward the cascading mountains,
and throughout the forest canopy,
the mist arises near the waterfall like a fountain.
Considering all of the spectacles,
beauty is found among the people too..
Inside and out,
Like the sun,
are filled with warmth and hospitality.
Next to my heart,
home will always lie,
until another start..
beautiful, Kauai.
Sincerely,
Kayla Tokuda Pd. 2
Dear Ms. Carlson,
ReplyDeleteBelow the canopy of trees
Between the mountain and the seas
Underneath the singing birds
Through the grasses and the ferns
Following the narrow path
Up its back, a visitor may pass
Amid the fallen leaves and fruit
From the trail they may take root
On the loose dirt
Beyond comfort
With little trouble
Besides unfastening the rubble
Towards the silence
Of the Giant
Near its ear
For the legend to hear
Respectfully,
Kekai Gonsalves, PD 2
Through the weeks in English class
Beyond all things I just want to pass
After all, I forget one thing
The blog will always reign as king
I forgot about this again : (
Dear Ms. Carlson ,
ReplyDeleteUnder the tents lay a canoe
Besides the canoe lay an ama
Towards the river we paddle the canoe
First seat sets the pace
Second seat calls the hut
Third and fourth seat pushes forward
Fifth seat helps our steers men
In sight we see the flag
the right we hear the rags
the left we see the fans
all around we feel the wind
Through the turn we feel our arms
see our pain in our face
feel the sweat down our shirt
between our hands is the paddle
pulling in we feel the sign of relief
notice our ruggedness for we paddled our hardest.
Thank you,
Alexis Vicente Pd.2