The turkey sits amoung the leaves,
With broens and yellows, and as the turkey percieves,
It blends right in.
The hunter croughes behind the tree,
Careful, so the turkey won't see.
He's invisible.
The hunter carefully draws the bow,
The turkey sits still, he doesn't know,
He's the hunted.
The hunter slowly takes a step back,
As he aims, he hears a snap.
Wings flap, voices curse, arrows thwack,
The turkey got away.
Monday, November 23, 2009
Monday, November 16, 2009
Journal Post
This is some random story I remembered.
Once, when I was four or something, I had a stuffed snake I took everywhere. One day my brother kept taking it and threw it over our fence into an alley. This girl that lived on the other side of the alley named Angel got it back for me every time my brother threw it over. After a while, I decided to go over and thank her so I push a chair up against the fence and climbed over.(Don't ask why I didn't do this before. I was only four, remember.) Angel had left her gate open so I went into her yard with my brother, who had followed me. We only went a couple of steps before Angel's dog scared us half to death. She was in her kennel and was barking at anything that moved. The dog scared us so much, my brother and I actually broke into the house to get away. Actually, it technically wasn't breaking in since the door was wide open. Besides, I WAS FOUR! My brother was THREE. We didn't know going into someone else's house to get away from a seemingly-crazed dog was illegal. Well, we hid in a closet for half an hour before Angel and her Grandpa came back and we scared THEM half to death. So Angel and her Grandpa took my brother and I back over to our house where our mom was HYSTERICAL. She'd actually called the police and reported kidnapping. To make a long story short, we were banned from going outside for six months. But the weirdest thing of all was the fact that Angel ended up my best friend a year later. You'd think you want to stay as far away as possible from someone who broke into your house. Then again, I was four. It just goes to show, braking into a person's house can actually get you some good friends, as long as your four. For the people above four, good luck with that.
Once, when I was four or something, I had a stuffed snake I took everywhere. One day my brother kept taking it and threw it over our fence into an alley. This girl that lived on the other side of the alley named Angel got it back for me every time my brother threw it over. After a while, I decided to go over and thank her so I push a chair up against the fence and climbed over.(Don't ask why I didn't do this before. I was only four, remember.) Angel had left her gate open so I went into her yard with my brother, who had followed me. We only went a couple of steps before Angel's dog scared us half to death. She was in her kennel and was barking at anything that moved. The dog scared us so much, my brother and I actually broke into the house to get away. Actually, it technically wasn't breaking in since the door was wide open. Besides, I WAS FOUR! My brother was THREE. We didn't know going into someone else's house to get away from a seemingly-crazed dog was illegal. Well, we hid in a closet for half an hour before Angel and her Grandpa came back and we scared THEM half to death. So Angel and her Grandpa took my brother and I back over to our house where our mom was HYSTERICAL. She'd actually called the police and reported kidnapping. To make a long story short, we were banned from going outside for six months. But the weirdest thing of all was the fact that Angel ended up my best friend a year later. You'd think you want to stay as far away as possible from someone who broke into your house. Then again, I was four. It just goes to show, braking into a person's house can actually get you some good friends, as long as your four. For the people above four, good luck with that.
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
Cream Soda
Just a funny little anecdote that shows just how some days go when you live at the Olsons' house...I think. This would be an anecdote right?
Last night, my brothers K2(11) and Kiergun(8) went to piano lessons. I will never know why but every time my grandma takes my brothers to piano lessons, she always buys them soda on the way back. Last night, I was doing my chores when they came in. It was the night when I had to clean the front of the fridge. I saw them come in, waving glass bottles in the air like trophies.
"Look what we got! Look what we got!" Kiergun shouted. It was Sprecher's Cream Soda. It's a kind of soda that comes in glass bottles that are impossible to open.
Kiergun immediately sat down to open it while K2 headed downstairs, to play a game of darts with Careg(9). They used to be banned from that but then my mom and dad got plastic dart tips and a corks board for the wall.
"Wanna come and play, Kiergun?" K2 asked,"I bet I'll beat you!"
"Can't." Said Kiergun. He was too bust trying to open that stupid bottle. So K2 left and I went back to cleaning the fridge while Kiergun wrestled with the stupid bottle cap. It took him six minutes before my mom came over saying that she'd open it. The botle opened and Kiergun finally had a chance to drink his soda. But obviously that wasn't enough.
"Give me the thing." he asked.
"What thing?" Mom asked. I didn't see her because I was still cleaning the fridge, but from the way she sounded, I guessed that she was giving Kiergun a quizical look.
"The thing you put on the bottle of stuff." Mom gave up on trying to get a better description and grabbed a clean wine stopper from the shelf.
"This?" she asked.
"No but give me that, too." Kiergun popped the wine stopper on the cream soda.
"That!" he said pointing at the spout on top of the Captain Morgan Mom was pulling off the shelf.
"You can't use that, Kiergun. It's dirty. You..." at that moment three things happened. There was a pop as I saw Kiergun pulled the stopper out of the bottle in the reflection off the fridge. There was a loud, gurgling hiss. My mom screamed like something out of a horror movie. I spun around to see soda foam spilling out of the bottle and on to the counter. My mom was freaking out and Kiergun just sat and stared for a few moments. Then he started sobbing and wailing while my mom rushed the foaming soda to the sink. Once the bottle was in the sink, my mom started mopping up the soda.
By the time she was done, I'd gone back to the fridge to start cleaning the freezer and Kiergun still hadn't stopped crying.
My mom asked him what was wrong, but he was sobbing so much he couldn't answer.
"Was it because the soda exploded?" my mom asked. Kiergun shook his head.
"Are you scared your not going to get your soda back?" Kiergun shook his head.
"Then why are you crying?" Kiergun just wailed and ran out of the room.
"Maybe you scared him." my dad sugggested from the T.V. room.
"Why would I scare him?" my mom asked.
"Well you can be pretty scary when you want to." I said. I was thinking of the time I went to a root beer stand with my friends without asking her. We were about to leave the parking lot when my mom drove up in a huge truck with a look that would have scared a grizzly bear, and scared all my friends away.
"Oh really?" said my mom. She called to my dad.
"Guess what your daughter just said!" When my dad heard, he broke out laughing.My mom started laughing too.
"Guess I'd better tell Terrisa her 'scary look's' got nothing on mine."
Last night, my brothers K2(11) and Kiergun(8) went to piano lessons. I will never know why but every time my grandma takes my brothers to piano lessons, she always buys them soda on the way back. Last night, I was doing my chores when they came in. It was the night when I had to clean the front of the fridge. I saw them come in, waving glass bottles in the air like trophies.
"Look what we got! Look what we got!" Kiergun shouted. It was Sprecher's Cream Soda. It's a kind of soda that comes in glass bottles that are impossible to open.
Kiergun immediately sat down to open it while K2 headed downstairs, to play a game of darts with Careg(9). They used to be banned from that but then my mom and dad got plastic dart tips and a corks board for the wall.
"Wanna come and play, Kiergun?" K2 asked,"I bet I'll beat you!"
"Can't." Said Kiergun. He was too bust trying to open that stupid bottle. So K2 left and I went back to cleaning the fridge while Kiergun wrestled with the stupid bottle cap. It took him six minutes before my mom came over saying that she'd open it. The botle opened and Kiergun finally had a chance to drink his soda. But obviously that wasn't enough.
"Give me the thing." he asked.
"What thing?" Mom asked. I didn't see her because I was still cleaning the fridge, but from the way she sounded, I guessed that she was giving Kiergun a quizical look.
"The thing you put on the bottle of stuff." Mom gave up on trying to get a better description and grabbed a clean wine stopper from the shelf.
"This?" she asked.
"No but give me that, too." Kiergun popped the wine stopper on the cream soda.
"That!" he said pointing at the spout on top of the Captain Morgan Mom was pulling off the shelf.
"You can't use that, Kiergun. It's dirty. You..." at that moment three things happened. There was a pop as I saw Kiergun pulled the stopper out of the bottle in the reflection off the fridge. There was a loud, gurgling hiss. My mom screamed like something out of a horror movie. I spun around to see soda foam spilling out of the bottle and on to the counter. My mom was freaking out and Kiergun just sat and stared for a few moments. Then he started sobbing and wailing while my mom rushed the foaming soda to the sink. Once the bottle was in the sink, my mom started mopping up the soda.
By the time she was done, I'd gone back to the fridge to start cleaning the freezer and Kiergun still hadn't stopped crying.
My mom asked him what was wrong, but he was sobbing so much he couldn't answer.
"Was it because the soda exploded?" my mom asked. Kiergun shook his head.
"Are you scared your not going to get your soda back?" Kiergun shook his head.
"Then why are you crying?" Kiergun just wailed and ran out of the room.
"Maybe you scared him." my dad sugggested from the T.V. room.
"Why would I scare him?" my mom asked.
"Well you can be pretty scary when you want to." I said. I was thinking of the time I went to a root beer stand with my friends without asking her. We were about to leave the parking lot when my mom drove up in a huge truck with a look that would have scared a grizzly bear, and scared all my friends away.
"Oh really?" said my mom. She called to my dad.
"Guess what your daughter just said!" When my dad heard, he broke out laughing.My mom started laughing too.
"Guess I'd better tell Terrisa her 'scary look's' got nothing on mine."
Veterans
When is the right time to honor American Veterans? How often do you honor people who risk their lives for their country? Once or twice a year, on Veterans day or Fourth of July? What about all the time, every day of the year? Veterans risk their lives for their country and so should be honored every day.
American Veterans are some of the bravest people ever. They’re people who go into other countries to fight for America. Veterans go to places where they get shot at and sometimes killed because they try to protect their country. Some veterans come back from wars in wheelchairs or on crutches. Other don’t come back at all. But all veterans are ordinary people who some of the most extraordinary things.
Veterans are some of the bravest people ever and are honored for it. People honor veterans on Veterans Day and sometimes on the Fourth of July. On Veterans Day, people all over America honor the veterans fighting in current wars. On Fourth of July, some people honor the veterans of the American Civil War. They honor the brave thing veterans have done and are still doing.
American people honor American Veterans once or twice a year, but is that enough? Veterans give their lives for America. They deserve more than one or two days a year! Veterans deserve to be honored everyday, but not like with a big party. Americans can honor veterans everyday in little things. People who pray at night or before dinner can pray for the veterans fighting in current wars. More people could put American flags out in front of their house or maybe other places around the house. People can do little things like that to honor American Veterans.
Veterans are ordinary people with families, friends, hopes and dreams. They do brave and extraordinary things for their country. People all over America honor veterans once or twice a year and some might honor them even more often than that, but veterans should be honored even more than that. American Veterans should be honored everyday, in little things. People don’t have to throw a big party to honor veterans. They just have to show that they care.
American Veterans are some of the bravest people ever. They’re people who go into other countries to fight for America. Veterans go to places where they get shot at and sometimes killed because they try to protect their country. Some veterans come back from wars in wheelchairs or on crutches. Other don’t come back at all. But all veterans are ordinary people who some of the most extraordinary things.
Veterans are some of the bravest people ever and are honored for it. People honor veterans on Veterans Day and sometimes on the Fourth of July. On Veterans Day, people all over America honor the veterans fighting in current wars. On Fourth of July, some people honor the veterans of the American Civil War. They honor the brave thing veterans have done and are still doing.
American people honor American Veterans once or twice a year, but is that enough? Veterans give their lives for America. They deserve more than one or two days a year! Veterans deserve to be honored everyday, but not like with a big party. Americans can honor veterans everyday in little things. People who pray at night or before dinner can pray for the veterans fighting in current wars. More people could put American flags out in front of their house or maybe other places around the house. People can do little things like that to honor American Veterans.
Veterans are ordinary people with families, friends, hopes and dreams. They do brave and extraordinary things for their country. People all over America honor veterans once or twice a year and some might honor them even more often than that, but veterans should be honored even more than that. American Veterans should be honored everyday, in little things. People don’t have to throw a big party to honor veterans. They just have to show that they care.
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