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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
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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.
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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
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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.
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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.
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