Poetry- Night Garden

The day is done,
the birds have stilled their song.
The moon rises o'er the waters,
studded with the stars of bygone years.
Up above the hum of an airplane heard
off to some foreign place, where no one knows our night.
The sun but a dim memory, the brook gurgles,
seemingly louder than all the crickets in the fields below.
What is this place, so different, so dark, so peaceful?
A shadow emerges and offers a gentle hand.
"Hello, I am the night."

Someone Else's Shoes

This is a cheesy story I made a while back as part of an English assignment.

Write On! - Josiah

       It was Saturday in Big Town and Billy and Gunter were playing baseball
with their friends Jim, Bob, Fred, Hans, and Ivan like they did every Saturday
after all their chores were done.
       "Strike one!" yelled Ivan. He didn't say "strike" again because Gunter
suddenly hit the ball very hard. It went flying all the way past the benches and
the fence. Fred ran and ran but he could not catch it. Gunter ran around the
field and got a home run.
       "Awww come on Gunter," said Hans. "Poor Fred didn't stand a
chance." Fred came up to them laughing.
       "It's alright! I didn't mind, really." Billy checked his watch.
       "I reckon it's nearly four o'clock. Why don't we go biking now?" Billy
did not like baseball. He always missed the ball.
       " No, biking is stupid," said Jim. "Baseball is way better, right guys?"
The other boys didn't know what to say. Jim was nearly a head taller than
most of the other boys so they were scared to say that they wouldn't mind
going biking.
       "Yeah, baseball is way better!" one of them yelled. "Biking is for sissies,
Billy." They made Billy sad. He sat down on a bench and watched them play
for another hour before everyone headed home for dinner.
       Jim came home tired and laughing. He was glad they didn't go biking.
       "Hello Jim! It's about time you came home, your supper's nearly gone
cold." Jim quickly sat down and started eating.
       "Anything new at the old baseball diamond, son?" said Jim's father.
       "Nope. Billy wanted to go biking but I told him that was stupid and we
should keep playing baseball." Jim's mom and dad looked at him.
       "What?" said Jim.
       "You know Billy can't play baseball well, Jim! How would you feel if
everyone always went biking when you wanted to play baseball?"
       "I, I, I guess I didn't think of that..."
       "And just last week he was nice enough to buy you a nickel's worth of
candy from Mr. Jones!"
       "Yeah, you're right! He did, didn't he?!"
       "Son, I think you should make it up to him next Saturday. The poor
fellow doesn't have many friends in these parts and he can't play sports
very well. Just give him a chance." Jimmy felt bad now. He knew he should
have been nicer to Billy. After all, they spent nearly six hours that day playing
baseball, so he could handle an hour of biking for Billy.
       The next few days went by fast. Jim found out it happened to be Billy's
birthday on Saturday and that he wasn't having a party since he had no close
friends yet.
       Jim made up a plan. Together the boys would have a surprise birthday
party for Billy and go biking together.
       Saturday morning at 10 o'clock Billy came to the baseball diamond. He
thought he was late but no one was there! He turned around.
       "Surprise!" All the boys were sitting on their bikes. "Happy birthday
Billy!"
       "You guys want to go biking? With... with me?"
       "Yeah, come on! And after that you can open presents!"
       "You bought me presents?"
       "You bet'cha!" Billy laughed and crowed.
       "You guys are the best!"
       Jim got off his bike and walked quickly up to Billy.
       "I'm sorry for being a jerk last Saturday, Billy. The truth is, I can't bike
very well and...and I... well.. yeah. Can you forgive me?" Billy smiled.
"I think I just might be able to. I'll teach you how to bike if you teach me how
to hit a home run."
       "Deal!" All the boys biked happily down the street together. And they
lived happily ever after except for Gunter who unfortunately had to move
back to Germany when it was discovered he was an illegal immigrant. But
even then, they still sent him postcards and cookies through the mail.
The End.

French Current Events Presentation

Le président d'Iran appelle sur l'Israël à joint traité nucléaire

    Le sujet de ma présentation est la convocation pour l`Israël à joint un traité nucléaire du nouveau président d'Iran. Le nouveau président d`Iran est Hassan Rouhani, qui a élu sur le quinzième du juin. Cette convocation a donné hier à une conférence des Nations Unies. La président a dit que l`Iran a déjà joint le traité et l`Israël devrait joindre aussi. Il a montré comme l`Iran a condamné les armes nuclèaires avant très fréquemment et a joint l`Agence International de l`Énergie Atomique. Il a aussi insinué que l`Israël est le moins progressif dans la région parce qu`il n`a pas joint le traité nucléaire. Le problème est qu`il peut être un piège. Il peut être un piège pour l`Israël. Si les armes nucléaires ont trouvé en Iran sous le traité, ils pourraient accuser l`Israël pour ont les armes nucléaires aussi. Si l`Israël joint ce traité avec total sincérité, Iran peut bombarder l`Israël avec les armes nucléaires et l`Israël serait sans défense. Puisque une attaque sur l`Israël est aussi une attaque sur l`Ouest, cette attaque provoquerait une guerre possible. Je pense que la président d`Iran est une hypocrite parce qu`il son pays a refusé permission pour les inspecteurs nucléaires à voir sa recherche ``inoffensif.`` Il n`a pas aussi faire de référence aux  les négociations d`Iran avec le Conseil Sécurité qui ont calé. Quand les pays de l`ouest parlent avec l`Iran ils seraient prudent et sceptique pour la sécurité du monde. Si nous mettons la conformité politique au-dessus de sécurité et sagesse, une catastrophe peut conduire.

Poetry- Being Underwater

 

Flying in slow motion through a land of peaceful blues,
moving freely through without a care in the world.
Just a little farther below is the soft crumbling silt of the bottom, or is it the top?
All around the sun stabs it's way through the surface, valiantly supplying
light and heat to a land otherwise dark and cold.
The fish beside me smiles at me and I feel as if I could stay here forever.
But alas, I surface into yet another land of dreams.

The Cellist of Sarajevo

Recently my class read a book called by Steven Galloway called The Cellist of Sarajevo. The Cellist of Sarajevo takes place in Bosnia and Herzegovina during the Yugoslav Wars of the 1990s. In the book there are three characters named Arrow, Kenan, and Dragan. The book switches between each character's perspective as it progresses. Arrow is a sniper who is told to guard a cellist who is playing to bring hope to a city in ruins at the very spot where twenty two people were killed while waiting in line for bread. Kenan is a family man who goes out often to get water for his family and his unpleasant neighbour Mrs. Ristovski. He hopes that someday he will be able to have a normal life again and that he can help rebuild the city once the "men on the hills" stop firing at them. Dragan is an older gentleman of 64 who has sent his wife and son away to Italy while he stays to keep his job and guard their apartment. Their family apartment is ruined so he must live with his sister and her family. He works as a baker and brings home bread for them. It's a very unique book with a main theme of hope for a better life, a life where people don't have to be afraid of men shooting bombs and bullets at them, were people can walk freely down streets and find food for themselves. I would recommend it for anyone aged 14 and up that can handle a book with a war setting. If you like this you might also like "The Breadwinner" by Deborah Ellis and the books "Shattered" and "Caged Eagles" by the Canadian author Eric Walters. Thanks for reading and forgive me for any lack of quality in this book review. I'm a little rusty and thought I should do something with this old blog... :D All the best! - Wild Mustang

A Hail of Arrows

This book is written by Michael Cox and is based on the expierence of a Welsh archer during the attacks on France by King Henry of England in the year 1415. It is a historical fiction book which is pretty descriptive, and if you are a horse lover, I would suggest not reading at least the second hal of the book. I thought it was a pretty good book overall, being fast-paced and easy to read. I would recommend it for anyone aged twelve to fifteen. Til the next book!

Sloppy Joe/ Wild Mustang

Brass Dragon Codex

Brass Dragon Codex is written by R.D. Henham, which I think is just a pen name for the real author. It is about a gnome who makes an invention which ends up getting him kicked out of his city. It is a communication device, similar to telegrams. Determined to prove his invention's value he sets up the wire between his home city and Goldmane's dwarf kingdom with the help of a chatty Brass Dragon he meets along the way. When they're finished though, a group of knights and dwarves fight over it. The knights want to use the electricity as a weapon. While the two groups argue over it, a thief steals the invention and makes a quick getaway. Will Hector the gnome's dream of creating a communication device ever be fulfilled? Read the book to find out. There's a lot of details I have left out so reading the book is less boring if you choose to. Til the next book!

Wild Mustang/ Sloppy Joe