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 Trip To Vegas

Shining brighter than the stars

On the face of the earth

In a desert far, far away

Is a city which is always bright

In visible miles

The city waits

For your arrival

In a break neck pace

Get ready to see

Many wonderful things

What the city had to offer

In bright neon colors

In the middle of the desert

With the sandy soil

Rises on an oasis

A big noisy city

Noises of cheering, losing

With clinging slots and shuffling card

Eating, drinking, and fighting

To win green paper

Drunk, feeling joy, doing things

Fun in all ways and types

Mistakes regretful mistakes

That can never be resolves.

                                                                by- Jayanth Rao

Where I am from Poem

I am from video games,

From Sony and Xbox

I am from the sandy field to the black streets

I am from the thorny bushes to the big Christmas tree

I am from curry and rice, from the evil Raj and my smart Dad and Rao

I am from teacher’s pets and hard workers

From behave and be smart

I am from believers and non- believers

I am from Virginia and India, roti and curry.

Form the grandmother who life for 106 years old

to the spooky surroundings of my uncles death.

I am from digital photos scanned from real ones

poetry note book

War

by JJ Rao

Description:

These poems are about war, They are not only about fighting war but the memorable day of the people who have dies fighting for their country

Synopsis:

Poems:

Memorial Day for the War Dead, by Yehuda Amichai

War Is Kind, by Stephen Crane

Eighth Air Force, by Randall Jarrell


The War Works Hard, by Dunya Mikhail  

The Teen Murder Essay

Another example of racism says the media. A black teen named Trayvon Martin was killed on February 26^th, by the self-appointed neighborhood watchman named George Zimmerman. Trayvon was coming back from a store. Walking on the street Trayvon back he was followed by the watch thinking that he was holding a weapon in his hand. But after the murder he got to know that he was holding an ice tea and a packet of skittles. When the cops came the watch man said that it was in self; Trayvon was looking every suspicious. But his girlfriend who was on the phone with Trayvon during the murder said that “Trayvon said hey man why are you following” before she lost connection with him.

                His prejudges thoughts were against the black causing to assume he was a criminal, which led him to shoot an innocent boy but he not arrested. The responsibility is report to the authorities if you see a suspect, report to the authorities if you see a crime. And come as a witness to protect the innocent. When people don’t understand they make rash decisions and bad once because of their fears. Gender stereotype can change you like George would not have the lack teen if he was a girl thinking like she is a girl she is too weak.

chapter 8

Miss. Radley was dead; Atticus had gone to the Radley’s.  Jem and I thought that Boo Radley had killed her. So when Atticus came back home I asked Atticus “Did you see Mr. Author”, looked sternly at me. Jem stopped me from asking further questions. And he told me that Atticus was still angry of our actions on the last day of summer.

          Today when I woke up I was frightened to death by seeing the snow outside my window. I was screaming till Atticus and Jem came running into my room. I showed them the snow. Even they were shocked about this bizarre weather; there was no snow fall since 1865 in Maycomb County.  The snowing was not imminent to snow in Maycomb. As soon came down we got a call from Eula May, she told us that there was no school today.

                                                                   Jem asked Atticus “do you know how to make a snow man”. “No, I don’t”. We went outside and walked over to miss. Maude’s back yard. Jem asked miss. Maude if we could borrow her snow, she let us borrow her snow. So we did but it wasn’t enough. First we made a snow man out of mud and we covered the snow on top of it. Jem let me do only the back; he wanted to do all the main parts himself. And he was every meticulous while plastinating it

                                                                   We used bits of wood for the nose, eyes, mouth, and buttons. Jem was meticulous about making it look like Mr. Avery and I used the stove wood to complete the picture. It looked as if it would talk to us. Let’s show it to Atticus said Jem. We did show Atticus, when we showed it to Atticus had a dissention about the snowman of Mr. Avery, he told Jem “I have a dought if you will save people from arraign and be a lawyer or be a sculptor”. He told us to cover it up. So Jem brought Miss. Maude’s hate from her garden and used it to cover the snowman. Miss. Maude came out and started shouting at Jem for taking her hat. Atticus strolled over and had an hand lifting conversation. It was very cold that day and dad had to go and leave Calpurnia late at night.

                                                                   In the middle of the night dad woke me up. I asked him what was going on but no answer. He took me and Jem out and said go stand by the Radley’s house. When we went out we saw fire on miss. Maude’s house. Time elapsed as we were the fire growing and every one run. And we saw dad recuing Miss. Maude’s   rocking chair. The fire was a calamity to a lot of people. After the fire stopped we all sat outside and dad was looking at me. He asked me “whose blanket is that”. “I don’t know” I said, “I told you to stay near the gate”. “We did stay I swear” I said. “I saw him” said Jem. Saw who asked Atticus. “I saw Mr. Nathan Radley; it was him who put the blanket around scout” said Jem. “So you are saying that you were so into watching the fire that you didn’t notice someone putting a towel around you” interrogated Atticus. After the snow melted we had a lot of work cleaning up. Calpurnia cleaned up the whole back yard. Most of the of Miss. Maude’s potter plants were burnt in the fire.

Wordlywise Letter

Dear August,

                 How are you August? It’s been twenty years since I have seen you. How are, Mrs. June and Mrs. Rosaline? You can’t imagine how grateful I am, because you adopted me. I really had a bizarre child hood. How is the honey business? Is it as good as it was–well you are the best–I guess it is better than it was. Any time in feel a cold is imminent; I really wish I could have some of your honey.

                How is Zack? Did he become a lawyer as he wanted to be? I can still remember when he was apprehended in the theater. I can’t believe I lionized Zack so much; it broke my heart when he married that girl.

                I have become more meticulous in life now. That has helped now that I am a doctor for poor and needy children. I have to be very careful how I treat these children who got abused by society.

 I still sometimes write to my father but there is no response from him–he is still angry at me. I finally apprehended why he didn’t tell about my mother but I still can’t forgive him.I wish Ms. May was here to see this day. I still remember the good times we all had when she was alive. I was scared that you wouldn’t let me stay when you guys interrogated me about where I was from and what was I doing there. I wish I could go back in time after I came to your house, because those were the best time of my life–with all tragedy we had. Sometimes I think that me coming to your house was calamitous to you all–after I came Zack got shackled and May died. Even though time has elapsed by since May died I still can’t forget her. Don’t forget to write me back and tell me how Tiburon has changed Miss. August

Love, Lily