War Letters

Dear Mom,
I hope you are fine. Here we are moving quickly from base to base, though there is no telling when I will come home. I hope to see you soon, I really miss you and I miss home. It is hard to get used to the idea that this is war. Although it seems like I will will never come home, I have a feeling that this will be over soon. I am fine and you don't need to worry about me. Thank you for all the letters you have sent me, they really keep my hopes up and they seem to bring me luck. I'll see you soon.
Love,
Gaetane

If I were sent to war, I would definetly write to my mom because I know that she would try to cheer me up. I would tell her that I missed her and that I thought it would be over soon. I would want to give her hope and tell her that I would be home soon. I wouldn't want her to worry about me because I wouldn't want to give her more to think about. I would keep some information away from her like how some of the soldiers had already died because that would scare her even more. The letter above is short because if I were at war, I wouldn't want to write alot because I would end up writing about how scared I was and everything that was going on. There would be no reason for me to give her more to worry about.

The Things They Carried

 

To be honest, I don't have any items that I take everywhere. If I have a purse with me, all that would really be in it would be a really crappy phone, gum, probably a pencil, a piece of paper. Most girls would probably carry their lipstick, makeup, and BlackBerrys in their handbags, but I really don't think that's necessary. I mean, if I had a nicer phone than my nokia that only good for calling, then that would be something that would always be with me, but other than that, I have to admit that all I carry around most of the time is a pencil and piece of paper.

I really enjoy drawing; usually I draw people with sad, angry, happy faces, and many other emotions that I am feeling. Because of this, I always bring along a pencil and piece of paper with me. I find drawing quite entertaining if I am stuck somewhere with nothing to do. I am one of those people that always considers the "what ifs" in any sort of situations. I say to myself, "what if I end up bored and have nothing to do?" and end up bringing along a pencil to doodle and draw whatever comes up into my mind. Something else I like to carry with me is gum. I think that chewing gum is relaxing if you are nerves about something or if you are in a bad mood. I like chewing gum because it gives you something to do if you are just walking or standing there.

I usually don't carry a purse of bag outside of school because I always feel like I'm going to forget it somewhere, but when I do, I almost always bring a pencil, with paper, and gum.

The Vietnam War

I can't pretend that I know a lot about the Vietnam War. I have heard about it in the past, but except for that I couldn't provide many facts about it if anyone asked me. Before the discussion we had in class all I really knew about the Vietnam War was that it was fought in Vietnam, the U.S. military was involved, and that it certainly was catastrophic. I didn't know much about it and didn't have many relevant questions, though, as we started discussing the topic in class and we had to write down things or facts that we were interested in knowing, I started wondering about how many casualties there were, what was the cause of the war, what impacts did it have, and what other people thought about it.

Many facts that I learned were based on others' inputs and knowledge. I had no great facts to contribute, though listening to the rest of the class I learned many interesting information. I learned that the war was fought because of communism, that America supported (paid) for the war, and that it was the first "living-room war". The Vietnam War resulted in 304,000 casualties, the death of 58,000 Americans, 61% of which were 21 or older, and that 75,000 people were severely disabled. Learning about all these facts, I realized that the war was a catastrophic event that scarred all those who were a part of it, who lived, and whose lives were taken.

Mango Tree

Mango Tree

Ramon P. Orticio
  
Planted and grown of Indian stock
A tree that impersonates a native fruit
Sown by a cousin who has gone abroad
Rising so quick bearing fruits to pick
Our mango tree grew big and tall
Giving shades to young and old
Swinging them to and fro and high and low
Under its wings in suspended string
Then one day termites came by surprise
snaking through its body like human veins
Little mama so afraid and angry
Cut into lumber our mango tree, kaput!


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Color Poem

Early Sunrise- Benjamin Moore- 208460

Gaetane Lemaire

The lights turn on

And I open my eyes

As I am shaken awake

By my mother

I catch a glimpse of the clock

It is early

Outside the window

It is dark

The smell of hot chocolate

Lingers in my nostrils

As I get dressed

Into my old cloths

Downstairs,

I join my cousins

Who are already eating

Toast and hot chocolate

Outside, the cool air

Brushes against my face

As the night slowly dissolves

Revealing a dim pink light.

As Grandma drives us to the lake

The trees and cars flash by in a blur

And we all laugh as someone

Tells a joke

The water of the lake

Comes into view

And we park the car and register

As the sun appears behind the trees

First classes begin

We are taught how to put up our sails

How to change directions

How to control the speed

Boats are lifted into the air

By strong arms

And are placed on the cold

And dirty water

I sail off along with my cousins

On the lake slowly lighting up

As the sun rises

Into the pink sky.

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Where I'm From

I am from color pencils,

from Crayola and Caran D’ache.

I am from all four seasons,

from the cold winter breeze to the warm summer air.

I am from the apple, orange, and pear trees,

the dandelions

whose yellow fields stretch out

into the open.

I am from poems on Christmas day,
brown hair and freckles,
from Lemaire and Claeys Bouuaert.

I am from Mom’s soft kisses,
and from Dad’s big hugs.

From Always do your best! and Do as you’re told!

I am from reading the bible
and going to Church once a week.

I’m from small towns,

Where everyone knows their neighbors,

From tomato plants and mint leaves

From the bruises I got from hiking

And the cuts from falling on twigs in the forests.

In my drawers are souvenirs

from trips we went on

and places we visited.

On my shelves lie photo albums

Containing faces I’ve forgotten

And faces I still talk to,

Containing moments of my life

I will never forget.

I am from those times,

When I could laugh around and goof off,

When I felt like I could do anything I wanted,

And when everything seemed easier.

The Wind Comes and Goes

The Wind Comes and Goes

Selected by Gaetane Lemaire

Description
The wind can carry more than just paper, smells and leaves, it can carry away your feelings. The wind comes and goes, like sometimes people or emotions.

Synopsis
In these poems, the wind is comfort, that comes when you need it and then goes. 



Night Breeze Roderick A. Jones
Wisper in the Wind Samantha C. Fifer
The Wind Kawaina Gordon
Wind Child Sahar Alive
Fly With the Wind Alexianna Brandhagen
The Wind Amy Lowell
I'm Writing to the Wind S. Micheal Down
As the Wind Blows Josephine Chifundo Likoya
A Day at the Beach Adam Shipley
My Life Ibukun Sobande