The Old Tree

Creak, creak, creak branches are moving in the wind

All its leaves are rustling

Your majesty so big and tall thanks for giving to others

Smiling down before me is an old, old tree

Its seeds are drifting in the wind to bring life and glee to others

My Holiday animation

A few weeks before the holidays we made animations in computer class. It took a while because we had to do it picture by picture. On each page we changed it just a little bit so when we played the animation the characters looked like they were moving. I had the idea of making a girl get run over by a snow ball because it's funny watching somebody going down a hill unexpectedly. I had a vision of this right when she mentioned them. It took some work but in the end it turned out pretty good. I hope we do this next year too.

Taxes Take Over

We are the colonist it's so unfair paying more money then we can hardly bare,
They are being really mean and we're not so keen,
Every day we lose our keep for the extra we pay,
All of the colonies don't put up with this,
We are running down the streets with torches and fists.
Stamps, sugar,cards, and newspapers too
We pay extra money to give to you

Tax Rap Reflection

In our class we split up into groups to make up a song or rap. Two groups pretended to make a song from a colonists point of view describing their feelings of the British taxes. The other two groups made a song from a loyalists view. My group was Eva, Mario,Kivalu, Gabriel, and I. We were chosen to be the colonists. Our rap was called Taxes Take Over. Through this project my group and I learned to work together, and listen to each others opinions. In the end I learned a lot about both sides, and their feelings through all the performances.

Ginger My Dog

Her soft, downey fur invites my contentment,
As she races past me on the sand her long
sable mane glows and warms in the blazing sun,
As her warm fur brushes against me, I become Lightened,
Content,
Relaxed,
As she slows I hear the rolling of the waves and
the panting of her tongue,
As I sit down beside her I smell her earthy fur and wet soggy wool,
Sniff, sniff, sniff goes her long sandy nose as if following my lead,
I wonder if she loves me the way I love her.