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The Bounties of the Rod

                                                        The Bounties of the Rod

     Here I am, cleaning out the shed of my house. I found a fishing rod, which happens to be my grandfather’s. Staring at it, my mind my mind goes back to 2007. I’m standing over the hole that they have created for Wardell Robinson. Who happens to be my dear loved grandfather. I’m shedding the last tears my eyes will ever cry out for him. Thinking I will no longer see him after having a long week go by. Every weekend is the highlight of my life. Just knowing I will get to see him Saturday morning.

     The day has come to an end, and I’m getting ready for bed. Today has been a long day and I truly want to sleep. I’m sleeping extremely peaceful and my dad comes in my room yelling, “Get up, grandpas in the hospital and were going to see him!” It’s 3 o’clock in the morning and we are all grabbing random clothes to put on.

     Driving two and a half hours to get to Little Rock Hospital, we finally arrive. Trembling over the stairs to get to his room… I see everyone is all here. No one is in tears, so I know everything is okay. They’re explaining to me that he has a gallbladder problem and pneumonia.

      It’s Thanksgiving Day, and we are all sitting around enjoying the delicious food prepared. The doctors told us my grandpa wouldn’t make it, but he’s still here. Everyone smiling… “Ring, ring, ring” the phone goes off. It’s 6 o’clock, I wonder what’s wrong. My aunt utters, “grandpa is gone..” I drop the shrub of bacon I am eating, my eyes filled with water.

      Now riding behind the family funeral car, on our way to the church. The preacher is preaching a wonderful sermon, but I’m still crying. Why? I know he’s in a better place now. So what’s the reason of my tears? Realizing I am seeing him for the last time, I want to touch him...  but I don’t! My fear of dead people stopping me! Woodard’s Funeral Home has him looking so great… I grin! I drop the fishing rod….. Coming back to reality. Grandpa has been gone for 5 years now. I shut the door of the shed, and walk away where his pieces remain...

Reading Without Glasses

    
     Two months in the womb, hearing my mother's voice read to me "The Cat in The Hat." My favorite verse " I do not like them Sam I am," even though I had no clue what that meant. It was not every night that my mother would read to me. Even the Mother Goose Rhymes were good to me. But they were nothing like the stories.
      As the months gradually went by I felt like I could start kicking to get her to know I heard every word she said. I think my incisive kicks gave her alot of pain in the process though. Every month was a very vehement and blissful one! I will always remember "The Cat in The Hat." Thanks to my dear mother I have a great reading level.
       And so, I became a toddler. Finding books laying around the house and destroying them with my hands, because I thought I was reading. My mother would always say she’s “really” into that book! In which, I had no idea of what I was doing. It was just the feeling of having those pages being torn out with my bare hands! Books were like candy to me. I would bypass the toys to go rip out pages of a book. Somehow I thought the words were quite tasty too, because I would eat every word of that page! 
     Then, Preschool came and made my comprehension a little better. I had the best darn teacher that any unknowing child could ever had. She spent so much time trying to get me to understand the words “red”,“book”, and “school”! I could never get the S’s to curve in the right direction. They were always backwards. Just as my R’s would look like a broken candy cane. They seemed to be the hardest letters for me to make. Sometimes I would have to stay after school just to make those letters look worth something. (Laughs) It was not as hard as it seemed, but my hands didn’t seem to function quite right when it came to making them. Time went by and I was in the third grade and found “No David No!” That was the best book ever! The pictures were so funny. I could just look at the pictures and automatically know what the caption said.
      After recess, I'd go back into the classroom and read “Little Rabbit Foo foo.” That was the best book! My teacher even had a tape that would read the story to me. Oh, how I loved “Litte Rabbit Foo foo.” He actually engrossed me to books! So it wasn’t just my mother, it was also Foo foo!

I Am

I am beautiful & smart.I wonder about the small things.
I hear zonks in the middle of the night.I see unicorns during the day.
I want rhythym in my heart.
I an beautiful & smart.

I pretend to be a hipnotic dancer.
I feel everyone is the same.
I touch clouds in my dreams.

I worry about life everyday.
I cry about pain in the midnight hour.
I am beautiful & smart.

I understand people.
I say to myself, I Love You.
I dream to dance.
I try to make people happy.
I hope to be wealthy.
I am beautiful & smart.

Dead Man's Power

 

“Dead Man’s POWER!

   I’ve never quite seen a dead man wash upon a shore before. But if I was to actually see a dead man wash up from some kind of river or ocean, I would probably go crazy! That’s just not normal for an ordinary life girl.

      But it seems as if there are strange people who would think that a washed up man is so great? I really think that they are hallucinating over the fact. Which means im talking about you village people. You see a dead handsome man come upon shore and you treat him as if he’s royalty. Like get serious, the man’s DEAD!

      Okay yeah, the man is gorgeous but you can’t place a title on him until you actually know him. Which apparently you can not! People look at me and think im stuck up. But am I really? Of course not!

      There are not many exciting scenes that I see often. But I rather keep it that way, then to see ole Esteban wash up behind my yard or something! He may be handsome, but I rather know that he is no where to be found on any of the land I live on!!

By: Destine’ Wells