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My name is my Samantha Buker. I am 17 year old Junior at Edgewood Highschool. I don't look at myself as a writer even though I do like to write a lot. I believe in being absolutely real with people. I show that in my writings from taking things that I have experienced and making it seem to be fiction. I am very sarcastic and like to portray that in my writing. I hope you enjoy what I have written. media type="youtube" key="VU_rTX23V7Q" height="385" width="480" align="center"

​ ** Around Then ** …

Around 1993, **I took my first breath of life.** media type="youtube" key="SKTW-srvr6E" height="385" width="640" align="center"
 * Around 2001 ****, I watched the two trade towers crumble to the ground, devastating a nation. **
 * Around 1995 ****, I went from being the baby of the family to an older sister. **
 * Around 1999, I moved to a lovely street called Butterfly Lane.**
 * Around 2004 ****, My roots were ripped from the ground and placed in Trenton. **
 * Around 2007 ****, I lost some friends, or maybe I never found them. **
 * Around 2009 ****, Was the Best school year of my life. **
 * Around 2007 ****, I was filled with bitterness and hated the world. **
 * Around 2008 ****, I met a boy in aluminum foil, who from far away looked like a knight in shining armor. **
 * Around 2010 ****, This boy swept me off my feet and soon left me to fall to the ground. **
 * Around 2009 ****, I learned that if you equipped me with a charcoal pencil, I could duplicate a photo with ease. **
 * Around 2008 ****, I found the friends I was looking for and they are amazing. **
 * Around 2009 ****, I found God on the corner of Hatred and Suicide . **
 * Around 1999 ****, I met my very first best friend. **
 * Around 2010 ****, I started learning how to love **.

It made me remember the good times I had. Which was fantastic to. On the flip side it made me remember the bad times too. Which wasn't all to bad because it made me realize something important. That it was in the past. Not now. Not going to happen. It was over and I didn't have to keep living like the hurt had just happened. My past was miles behind me and it was time I started acting like it and move forward.
 * I wrote this one, honestly, because it was an assignment. I did have a lot of fun with this one though.

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He Never Left Me, I Left Him ** ​ Picture this: Darkness is all around. You can not see anything but this little bit of path ahead of you and a blinding,bright light buried in what looks like the woods. The trees look so evil that by one touch they themselves can kill you. The darkness is so thick that you think that if you get even a little bit near it, it will suffocate you. You know your goal is to reach this light. You plan on doing this how ever you can. No matter how far it is or how tough things get. You told yourself that you will stop at nothing until you get to this light. You know, deep inside, that this light will be it. Worth everything.

There is someone next to you. He has been next to you this entire time as you were walking down this path. His name is what ever you call him. Some people call him God, or Father, or Papa. He has been with you holding your hand this entire time. Holding your hand as you walk through the darkness. He is there for you. When a tree falls in your path He helps you pick it up, or climb over it. He is loyal and he never leaves or forsakes you. He is the greatest friend you know.

One day, during your walk with Christ, something catches your eye in the eerie trees. You glance at it but you keep moving. You think about it. As your walking you begin to think of reasons to go back and find out what it was. God is holding your hand and tells you to keep moving that what caught your eye is not worth risking the light at the end. Then you think some more. Before you know it you have found your 'reason' for going back. That's when it happens. You let go of his hand. You tell him that you will be right back. God, being as faithful as he is will stay right there and wait for you. What you don't know is that you just walked away into the darkness. Without your guide and your focus is no longer on the light anymore. Your risk is a huge one. You could get lost. Meaning you could very well loose your life and your soul.

You find what you saw it just so happens to be a man. You begin to think you see something in this man. His promises sound so sweet. He spoke to you about the stars and he began to make you think that there was something else out there besides your one goal in life. Another happiness. He takes your hand and says, "Hey lets go this way."

You hesitate and say, "I don't know. It’s not a good idea. I don't even know you. It might not be safe."

He just gives you that smile and says, “Come on. I'll keep you safe sweetheart." You look back the direction you had left God. Then you look back to this man and you agree. But empty promises lead you astray. He takes you into the woods far away from the path. Promising you all kinds of joy and happiness. Then out of no where he disappears. You are left stranded in the dark, suffocating woods. You cry for this man to come back. He doesn't listen nor does he care. Mean while, God is being faithful and is staying right where you told him to stay. You are lost in the wood and you’re dieing.

If you give up you die. If you give up searching for the man and false promises you will survive. But if you keep searching for this man and the promises he gives you will get further lost. One day you won’t be able to return. One day you'll be lost for ever if you continue walking in the woods. Letting go might hurt. But maybe hurting is better than Hell. So maybe you should let go of this selfish 'love' and find the path again.

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I didn't realize what I was writing at first. It all seemed like make believe to me. Then I read it over and soon realized what it had to do with my life. I thought it was pretty neat how my brain interpreted the situation that I thought I had gotten over long before.
 * I wrote this one day because I was really feeling down. I just started to write.

The Rose Of Enchantment By: Samantha Buker & Sammi Wyatt

There once was a gypsy who lived in the city of Ford. She snuck into the garden that belonged to the Lord. At the gate she saw a rose and through the bars she went. She saw the lord camping in a golden tent.

Silently she walked towards a bush, But under her foot she heard something mush. Ignoring it, she went on to pick the rose, She made a lot of noise, so the Lord arose.

He looked at her and she froze still as a statue. “Hi,” said the Lord, and she said, “Right back at you.” “You know, you’re pretty hot,” he said with a wink. To which she replied, “is that really what you think?”

He said, “I noticed you were after my flower. You see the rose has a special power. After you pick it you fall in love with the next person you see.” After He spoke, He fell down on one knee.

A shocked expression crossed her face. At his proposal, her heart began to race. Her glance finally caught his sparkly eyes. She knew right then that he spoke no lies.

She said, “Yes,” and the Lord smiled. He began jumping up and down like a child. Everyone celebrated because of their marriage. The gypsy and the Lord rode off in a carriage.

We had to get together with our assigned partner. I thought it was pretty fantastic how our styles of writing went together so well. We laughed about this for days on end. It was a great week at school that week.
 * I wrote this one with Sammi Wyatt. This one we had to write in class.

Restaurant Review

Walking through the doors your stopped by a ‘please wait to be seated sign’. Frisch’s is the place to be after Wednesday night church. The waiter smiles, its so inviting, like a friend. Sliding into a booth looking at the silverware shinning like diamond. You order your drinks and next the food. Like ballerinas they dance around each other with trays. A graceful dance that you have to learn to get to the salad bar. You finally get your food and prepare to eat it.

Like a therapy session you talk about your lives. Chatting and eating in the dim lit diner. Whispering secrets and telling stories. Laughing like hyenas over something funny.

Your waiter checks up on you like a mother does a child. Asking you if everything is alright. Its almost time to go but you decide to get dessert. A hot fudge cake that taste like heaven in your mouth. Now its time to leave and say good bye. You grab your checks as you do your final dance to the door. Paying the bill as the cashier plays music with the cash register. It was a good night, one you want to remember.

I don't know how else to put this. My friends are amazing and we have a good time where ever we may be. The salad bar and the waiters are the highlight of every night. Its fantastic.
 * I wrote this one because after church we would go to Frisch's. It would always be a fantastic night.

Playground

After lunch, little lambs go outside to play. It’s a nice, bright, autumn school day. Children laughter can be such a wonderful sound. They jump, play and run all around.

You have no worries and you are protected. The world could crash around you and your not affected. Being a child, your so bright and innocent. Skinned knees were the worst of your pain that you get.

Seventeen now your trapped and you need an escape. You run to the play ground because you can’t stand they way your life took shape. It’s a gloomy, rainy autumn school day. This was once a safe place and you thought you’d get away.

Like Alice in her wonderland, you feel confused and trapped. The world is crashing around you and your heart is cracked. You swing on the swings that the trees shade. You came here in hope that you could just fade.



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I chose the playground because I can remember always thinking I wish I could go back and tell myself to not grow up to fast. Then now that I'm older I go back because I have the memory of how easy it was to be a kid. You were sheltered. When you get older your get to know the world real well. Your life gets complicated so you find means of escape. For me it was resorting back to my childhood. The Playground.
 * For this one we had to pick a place. Then write about different times at this place.

__Which is Louder, a Smile or a Frown__

A smile is louder than a frown. Your parents give you that smile that screams excitement when you learn how to walk. They smile at your first words and when you first rode your bike. I know because mine smiled at me.

A smile is even sometimes louder than words. You can say I love you all you want. Nothing says it louder than when you look then in the eyes and smile. Its so silent to the world around you but you can hear it loud and clear.

A smile is louder than a frown. When you smile an explosion occurs. No one in the room can escape it. The side affects of the smile will appear on their faces.

A smile is even sometimes louder than a siren. Even when you smile at the lonely person walking by. Even to that kid in school no one talks to. The siren might not wake them up, but your smile will.

A smile is louder than a frown. It can sometimes say things you can’t. So don’t worry about not finding the words to say. The truth of the matter is, is that a smile says it all. media type="youtube" key="aqK77jIvj6o" height="385" width="480" align="center"

I thought it would be an easy one. I was wrong. It took me a long time to pull this together. I personally don't think this one flows. There is just something off about one of the stanza's. The people that read this one said that they liked it. So I left it as it is.
 * This one was written because it was a prompt on the board. I chose this one because

__ Is It Worth It? Alliteration Poem __

Crazy cocky people creating emotions in their lives. Creative motives carving their way like knifes. Cutting and carving like chives that a chef cuts. People think your crazy, in ‘love’… yeah your nuts.

Yelling at your younger sister. Your youthful life is more complicated than a twister. Yet you still try to live your life better. Yesterday was a yucky day and you feel tied down by a fetter.

Getting angry at something said. Grieving about the goodbye letter you read. Great promises that always got broken. A grieving, broken heart is all you get as a token.

Your paper heart is putting you in pain. Putting your hands on your face to prevent crying in the rain. Green and purple bruises cover your pretty face. Placing the past behind you won’t be a disgrace.

Happy, hillbilly as you hop to school. Your so happy people think you’re a fool. Today you see hope, and you wont let hate of yesterday make you groan. Today you look happily to the future and go home.

Did you discover what love does to you. Dancing and singing, so happy you feel new. It seemed like destiny when you fell dangerously to the ground. You daringly fell in love, when you met that dumb boy you found.

media type="youtube" key="ZaNMsbiNG5U" height="385" width="480" align="center" They fail to see the downfall of going all for something that wont matter in a month or two. Or when they say they are in 'love' and the poor girl gives everything away to a guy who changed his mind. (as Taylor Swift says) That kind of stuff could be avoided if the majority of people thought about what would happen in a few months or years. Can you see that happening in a year or two? Can you see yourself with that person in a year or two? If not let go.
 * I wrote this one because so many people get caught up in the drama in life.

Dust Sweep City Once upon a time, in a small town in New Mexico, there was an even smaller town. A town not heard of by most. The town was called Dust Sweep City. This town was located under the couch of a family of four. Who lived in this town you might ask yourself? This town belonged to a colony of dust bunnies. These dust bunnies lived life just like you and I. They went to school, worked, played sports and went outside. They had homes and slept in beds to.

One day, the ground began to shake. Buildings in this dusty town began to wobble and bounce. The dust bunnies didn’t know what was going on and were afraid.

Then something fell from the sky. Was it a bird? No. Was it a plane? No. It was something this town had never seen before.The dust bunnies began to gather around the thing that fell from the sky. Something began to come out of the hole that the thing made when it fell. “Hi! Nice to meet you all! We are the Woohoo’s,” the father of the family said. The crowd around them did not respond.“It is very nice to meet you! We are pocket lint from Pocktropica.” The Smile began to fall off the Family’s faces as the crowed still was silent.The family of pocket realized that they were not getting a warm welcome so they pushed through the crowd. They began to walk towards a spot of vacant homes.

As they walked the dust bunnies just stopped and stared. They found a nice home to live in and bought it. The neighbors didn’t look to friendly though.

Later that night, the mother pocket lint was tucking her kids in. “I don’t want to go to school tomorrow,” said Sham , the youngest of the pocket lint kids. “Oh, but you must. Good night kids,” said the mother pocket lint.

The next day Sham was at his new school. All the dust bunnies looked at him funny. They whispered and giggled when he walked by. He didn’t know why and it made him sad. Sham sat in class and tried to pay attention. Every time the teacher turned around, there were paper wads and airplanes thrown at him. At lunch, Sham decided to think about something that made him happy. He thought about when he played basketball back home. He loved playing basketball. Even if he wasn’t that great at it he still kept playing.

One day while he was walking to the buses he saw a sign hanging in the hall. It said that basket ball try outs where that day. He smiled really big and decided he was going to try out. He skipped to the gym.

What they had to do at try outs were to play a game of basketball against each other. There was two team captains picked. The team captains then began to randomly picking the other players to make it fair. Sham though, was sadly picked last.

What ever team won automatically got on the real team. The rest of the players had to come back to tomorrows try outs. So the game began. They played and played. Sham was open and tried to get the ball. No one ever passed him the ball.

Time passed and they had about ten seconds left in the game. Sham’s team was down by one point. They had the ball and the team captain was coming down the court. The Sham’s team captain tripped on his shoelace and fell to the ground. The ball flew from his hands.

Luckily sham caught it and quickly made the shot. They won the game and made the team! His teammate loved him and they didn’t pick on him any longer. They realized that they underestimated him. Now they stuck up for him when someone did pick on him.

I wanted mine to be unique. I started out making mine about an ostridge. But the body looked just like a dust bunny. Thus Sham Woohoo was created. I thought it was a cute story.
 * For my children's book I wrote about dust bunnies and pocket lint. Why? Well everyone else was using animals.

The Little Things About Life Going to an empty playground. swings swinging by themselves leaves blowing through them.

The seats and the alter are empty. God is still there. His presence is everywhere.

Its time to eat. Table cloth of weird design. Food laying all around

Laughter, running, playing around. Tag is the game of the summer. It is the kids life.

Summer night, Lightning bugs, Jar full of lights on your nightstand.

Shooting starts, Making a wish, You make them even though you know they will not come true.

I like how it talks about a number of things. My favorite one is the one that talks about the empty alter. It makes me think of what someone once said to me. The Church is not the building, the pews, the alter. Its the people. So where ever the people are, Church is there also. Meaning that God is everywhere. So why not have a church service where you are at now?
 * I wrote this one in a reading class. I was proud of it so I decided to put it on here.

To Save A LIfe media type="youtube" key="cjVQ36NhbMk" width="453" height="391" align="left"There is this big fancy cruise liner. You are invited on this liner for a party. The party is a must be at party. Its amazing. Something you will hate to miss it. Its so luxurious. Its comfortable. You feel like royalty that is how great the service is ..Its a party of a lifetime.... You can't miss it.

What if I told you that this liner is also a rescue liner. It is an emergency vessel. Well this tale is not a happy tale. Its something that you will have to think about and decide. It will only have a happy ending if you give it one.

There are people drowning in the waters around the liner. Millions of people. Drowning from there sin, fear, there own bondages and the evil in the world. Drowning. As in kicking and screaming for help. They can't get out.

What if I told you that you had the power to save them. That in fact that was your mission. You have a choice, you can stay on the lovely boat safe and sound. Or you can get suited up and get on a life boat. The life boat is very dangerous, if you choose to take it your reputation could very well be at risk, along with your life. You can accept or deny because God gives you that choice everyday.

So what is your decision. Will you stay on the liner or will you be on a life boat. Will you be on the life boat saving the drowning and the suffering. Or will you just let them die.

You don't have time to think of pros and cons on this one. People are dieing as your hesitate. As you think it could be to late for someone. So decide. The time is now. Go for it. Choose.

someone that had to make a choice. He was going to loose everything if he went to save these people. He decided to go. Much of what I said is what my paster then preached about. It was a moving service.
 * This idea came from my paster. He showed us this video. It was an amazing touching video about

**The Perfect Plastic People Theory!**

**I picked this theory because it is so aggravating to hear people talk about themselves and others. They pretend that they are so perfect and everybody else has something wrong with them. The fact of the matter is, is that they are all the same. Everything they do and say are just like the people they talk about. They may be ‘perfect’ on the outside, but on the inside, they are nothing.**

look in the mirror. Some people talk about how much they hate what others are doing and they say what they think they should be doing. Then they themselves do the same thing the person they were just talking about did. Also some people believe in changing their appearances so much to the extreme they no longer have the biological features they were given at birth. Examples of that would be; dyeing their hair, getting hair extensions, getting colored contacts, ECT.**
 * An example would be that some people talk bad about their own friends like there is something really wrong with them. They pick them apart and they never

themselves are self conscious. They do it to make themselves feel better. In a way they are afraid of not having control. They think too much about themselves and some even only care about themselves. So they get very uneasy and very uncomfortable when something is not about them, or centered on them. They end up going to extremes to make it about themselves.**
 * I predict that I will find these exact kinds of situations at Edgewood High School. I also predict that the reason why this occurs, it is simply because the people

about made me sick to my stomach. This girl name will be Shanaynay in this situation. Shanaynay was talking to her friend Bonquisha. Shanaynay was very upset about one of her other good friends Gloria. So I listened in. Shanaynay was talking trash about her good friend Gloria. She said really nasty things that would indeed make you think they were no longer friends. Bonquisha jumped in and said a lot of nasty things too. After they gossiped about Gloria they began to talk about going to church and how awesome the youth group is. You might be thinking, how is that so bad? Just wait. I followed these people to lunch. Gloria was sitting at the same lunch table with Shanaynay and Bonquisha. I didn’t understand what was going on. They were even talking and laughing like they just didn’t have that horrible conversation. They were mad at Gloria for talking bad about Shanaynay behind her back. All they completed was doing the same exact thing Gloria had done.**
 * I found that people like to talk about their friends behind their backs. In a certain situation, I found a girl talking to a group of friends. What they were talking

They talked about how much he said he loved her eyes. How he loved the color of them. She also had said while they hung out one day he played with her hair non stop. She also said that he was attracted to blonds. They were all oohing and ahing. Then their conversation switched to color contacts and needing to get her roots done. I couldn’t help but think how that situation was all bad. Usually when a high school guy dates a girl he only is dating her because of her looks. This girl had dyed hair and fake color contacts in her eyes. She looked nothing like she was suppose to look. I just couldn’t help but wonder if this guy would still like her if she went back to her original form. I highly doubt that he would.**
 * In another situation I found this girl talking up a storm with some of her friends. She was absolutely ‘in love’ with this guy named Rick. He ‘loved’ her the same way.

doing the exact same thing. When they talked about church I kept thinking what God do they serve? Surly it is not the God of the universe. How could they sit there and act like they represent Him being the ‘Christians’ they are? I also asked how could they not be convicted when their church talks about judgment. How can they see the miracles they do and continue to live the life they are now living? In the second situation I asked, why do they felt the need to change their appearances? How can they date someone that says they love them for how they look when in reality they don’t really look like that its all fake? Are their self esteems so low that they find comfort in not being themselves?**
 * While I was observing I had to ask myself many questions. In the first situation I explained in the paragraph above, I asked myself do they not realize that they were

students, I found that more than half the female student population engaged in hypocritical conversations with one another. In the average class room of twenty students I again found that more than half the female student population engaged in changing their appearance from their original natural form.**
 * I found that all my data consisted of girls being the perfect plastic people. I didn’t find any guys that acted in the ways the girls had. In an average class of twenty

self centered and only mostly cared about themselves. If they didn’t care about themselves they wouldn’t behave the way that they do. Their selfishness causes them to only care about what revolves around them. When something doesn’t go their way they have a mental breakdown and act as if the world is ending. I was also right about the girls that are physically fake. They have a low self confidence and they try to cover up their true appearance. They think that if they are anybody other then themselves then people will not criticize the real them. To them they can take the criticism if they aren’t who they really meant to be. If they were attack on the level of what they really are, deep down, they will fall apart. They do not realize that it is you that decides who you are. You do not let people tell you who you are. If you’re spiritual then you leave that part up to God, and you let him be the judge of you.**
 * My inferences were right. I did find people that acted and engaged in the same exact behavior. My predictions were right too. I found that most of them were

‘hot’ then you are a minority and over looked. It’s sad but it is true. It is an aggravating thing to live with. You ask why can’t they just grow up or see what they are doing. It doesn’t work that way. Even in the bible, the Israelite wanted to go back to Egypt and be slaves. They way they saw it was that they had a normalcy. They had homes and food. So what if they were being forced to work to death. They to were all for the promise land. When trouble came along they wanted to turn around and go back. Just like these people in today times. They are not happy with what they have or what is going for them. When the littlest things change they throw a fit. The Israelites only saw the hardships in their life. They didn’t see what they really had and what God was doing in their life. I just wish that we could wake up and see what God wants us to.** media type="youtube" key="CJHMjAP8y6Q" height="385" width="480" align="center"
 * I can conclude that my theory is going to be true about every body everywhere. The world now is about self promotion and sex appeal. If you aren’t popular and

If you really pay attention you will see how fake some people really are. Sometimes you wont realize it until the person stabs you in the back. This just goes to show that you should never hold a human being up high like they are perfect. I bet if you digged down you would find it either hollow or someone you were not expecting.
 * I got this idea from the Old Navy models.

The Reality Is...

Escapism- The tendency to escape from daily reality or routine by indulging in daydreaming, fantasy, or entertainment. That is the dictionary.com's definition. Think about it for a second. Escape from daily reality. What is reality? Is it a world were you get up, go to work, pay bills, and have fun if you have time?

What is reality?

Let me tell you what I think reality is! I think that we have been put here for a reason. That we have one goal in life. That we are fighting a war for souls. The reality is that Hell is breaking loose on this world of ours. Ungodly acts are being performed. Crimes. Sin. We live in a world were the enemy reins.Were everybody compromises.

What do most people do. They escape from the reality. Drugs, sex, food, gossip, all trying to hide. Hide from what? What people think? What people said about you? what the world thinks about you? Let me tell you none of that matters. Nothing of the world matters.You are not of this world but You care so much on how others judge you. You try so hard to fit in. You hide behind masks. Do what ever to fit in.

But you forgot something. God. You did all of that and you forgot who really matters. Who is the judge of all mankind. You live as if he don't exists. You live as if everybody is better then him like everybody else matters.

God doesn't judge you like the world does. He loves you for who you are. He is waiting for you. Waiting for you to turn around and meet him. He said he will meet you where you are. He is waiting for you to surrender to him so he can do wonders in your life. He wants to heal you.

Ask yourself what am I hiding from? Don't think that your not worth God's trouble. God thinks you are. He wants a relationship with you. and let me tell you when i first came to him I saw that masks and the fakeness come off. I felt real. I feel free! and I am. My life changed so much that you wouldn't be able to tell that it was me from a year ago. I didn't think I was worth it. I still don't now. but God reassures me everyday that I am. And that he loves me.

So why are you living in this world? Why are you letting the world tell you who you are? When only God knows exactly who you are. Why are you hiding from God? Why are you living like he don't exist?

Stop playing hide and seek and open your heart to him. He will meet you where you are and change your life forever.

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 * I wrote this one because a Youth Bytes video influenced me to.

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 * Prompt: Have you ever tried to perdict the future and it not go the way you planned?**

Yes. Sometimes in the past I would try to predict what would happen before it would, so that way I could plan ahead and better prepare myself. I would predict things like how people would react, or how a class would go that day, a test, or even paying for things like groceries and gas. With people reactions I would try to guess how they would react to what I or someone else had said to them. I would do that so I could think of what to say next. With school I would ask around about the test I was going to have that day. I would try to figure out what I needed to put my focus on. Also so I could be sure of whether I was going to pass or fail the test. It makes me very uneasy when things don't go as planned. Lifs is pretty unpredictable too. I always plan for things in the worst case senerio too. In most cases when I do that, it ends up not being so bad. I don't like doing that because I stress myself out for those situations when I didn't really need to. Hey, If the situation was a bad one I would be ready right?

how I responded to this prompt. This prompt maybe realize how much I freaked out about things when I could just go with the flow.
 * I had this prompt in a reading class. This was put on here because I liked

THE GREAT WALL OF CHINA

The Great Wall of China is a brick wall created by the sweat, blood, and tears of many Chinese people. Each brick was laid in place one by one to form one of the wonders of the world. When you look at these bricks you see the tiny grains that make up the brick. This building is to complex it is hard to understand how this was not a machine built wall. It’s a giant creation made long ago to protect the people of China from northern invaders. During the winter the bricks are covered with a dusting of white snow. The white dust covers over the miles and miles of bricks. The air is chilly and as you walk the path so many Chinese soldiers did you shiver. You begin to imagine what it might have been like to be a guard watching over the Chinese empire. Where if you fell asleep you didn’t just get fired, you were killed.

In the summer, you follow the guide on the tour of this marvelous wall he tells you of the history behind it. The wind blows and picks up some dirt. The smell of nature is all around you. When you look out from this wonder you can see land stretching for miles and miles. It almost makes you feel like you are on top of the world. You see the color of the trees and you think of how small they seem to you from where you are at. It almost is like your in the ocean, but instead of water you are surrounded by trees. In the mornings you would find clouds all around you symbolizing how high up you are from the ground. This wall is an amazing symbol of how much we can do without all the technology we have today. Its a great wall. :D

> like this without heavy machinery. Granted many people died. I still thought it was > fantastic.
 * I chose to write about the great wall of china because I thought it was an amazing topic. I think it is great how we are capable of building things

Concrete Poem

Twisters, twist, turn and destroy.

They destroy more than just houses and homesLives are broken and torn apart.

Hearts beat fast as we wait for the sign.

The sign that says its safe.We hide and pray and some find faith.

The darkness comes before the dawn.

When the sun rises we come out from hiding. Like ants, we come together to rebuild.

To rebuild our homes and our lives.

So many lost in tragedy.

We work together to restore the peace.

media type="youtube" key="vEHha_Bj9GA" height="385" width="480" align="center" > brought together under hard circumstances. Also aid is brought together to help the people in these tragedies. > This was a fun project and I rather enjoyed making this space. I hope you enjoyed. If you can comment please > let me know what you think.
 * I thought it was pretty need doing a concrete poem. We were in groups and we all did ours separately but when you put them together they formed a heart. The coming together meant a lot of things. People are