Poem

Lullaby:

She sang to me her lullaby

Softly sweetly gentle

She led me to another place

Where nothing was judgmental

She sang to me her lullaby

Swiftly but with passion

Her words were running off her lips

Her love not served in rations

She sang to me her lullaby

And tears ran down her face

For she knew that it would be a while

Until our next embrace

She sang to me her lullaby

Her words flew like a dove

She dragged them on because

She did not want to lose her love

She sang to me her lullaby

She reached the last short verse

She looked upon my face with care

And from her mouth these words immersed

I sing to you this lullaby

For you are precious now

And when you lay here in my arms

I stop and think of how

Of how my love will be forgotten

Soon when you are gone

But darling keep me in your heart

For I am often strong

I carry you upon my wings

I make sure you are safe

If danger tries to harm you

I welcome my embrace

So think of me today

Tomorrow do the same

And if you hear a voice

It is me calling your name

She sang to me that lullaby

She did not let me fall

I couldn't ask for more than that

She always hears my call

Words

These days the internet tends to harry me. It's a burden to have to rely on a device in order to make sure that your work is submitted. Suppose that you have undertaken an important task that has to be submitted and suddenly during submission... BAM it's gone. Sucks doesn't it.

Although I enjoy the use of technology very much I would prefer that we had assignments that were on paper as well. It is handy to type when writing an essay or story, but typing also takes away some of the ideas that would've gone through your mind were you to have handwritten the work.

Reading Response

In Absolutely True Diary Of A Part Time Indian I have realized that Junior has major struggles. He didn't have to dress up to look homeless. Walking 22 miles or hitchhiking is crazy! He gets made fun of by people at his school. He doesn't fit in as much as the other kids do.

Junior gets made fun of a lot and I don't like that. I think that all people should be treated equally. He is bullied because of his skin color. That shouldn't matter. I think this book is weird but has meaning.

Comments

Lane: https://lanelovestacos.blogspot.com/2017/01/free-post_29.html?showComment=1486079813107#c4551423446126566581

John H: https://johnhenglish1block3.blogspot.com/2017/01/free-post_29.html?showComment=1486079879016#c2681942939142693133