Sweet Like a Crow - Michael Ondaatje copy change poem

Your voice sounds like angels

From the heavens above

Like warm tea trickling down my throat

Like candy for the ears

Like a guitar solo from god himself, like a cool

Glass of water on a hot day,

Like the suns natural beauty,

A cool breeze

A mint after dinner

A cool bath.

Like a blue-jay singing on a tree branch

Like a car with eighteen inch subwoofers

Like the waves splashing the beach,

A room full of natures sounds, a rooster

Clucking in the early morning

Like the northern lights from Yukon

Like a shooting star,

A rock on fire, like natives

Humming their songs,

Depends Poem

So much depends
upon

A black
handrail

Sheeted with
wax

Beside the XL
jump

Newspaper project

http://sweetanddecadent.blogspot.ca/2013/02/newspaper.html

"Even in the bleakest times there are gifts to be discovered."

when times are dark,
one can always find light through it,
like a rose hidden in a wheat field,
treasure lurks a far.

My Earliest Memory

            My Earliest memory

The earliest memory I recall would be when I first saw myself in the mirror! The memory is clear and vivid in the back of my mind. I think I was about six or seven years old at the time, extremely short with sandy blonde hair and rosie red cheecks. Progessing in the memory, I ran down a long hallway with a rather vibrant green carpet.

I hoped up onto my raggedy toilet closed the squeaky door and stood up and starred at myself for 5 minutes! I had a general idea of how I looked at the time because everyone would say I looked like my dad. But when I had first laid eye’s on myself for the first time, I thought.

“Do I really look like that!”  Without any thought I began to make funny faces and pose in front of the mirror for my best look. After a few minutes of some new fun I got bored and began to make my way towards the home’s living room.

            Since I was at such a young age I wasn’t the tallest of the bunch, so the angle I saw everything at was much lower! As I waddled around the living room floor with the sun just peaking up, shining through my glass pane. The warm sunlight felt good splashing on my skin, it felt like it was some what giving me energy and making me radiate! So with all this energy I waddled as fast as I could down my green carpet to my garage door.

            As I entered my garage way entrance I noticed my sister was walking up to her school bus, so being the curious fellow I am ran up to her and looked around.  I got a glimpse of my neighborhood at the time and it was something that looked like it was from the fifties! Most of the houses had this similar look to them.  My sister then entered the bus, after she left my dad came behind me and patted me and the back and I ran back inside. This is the last of what I remember during my first memory, who knows it could just be a dream I had one time that was very realistic? Nobody will ever know!

           

Physical or Sedentary Person

          I am definitely a more physical type person, always on my feet and wanting to do something.
Being locked up in a classroom always kills me that I am not doing anything productive at the time! Especially boring old classes that feel like I have been there way too long, this especially kills me because I am attentive instead of just zoning out and day dreaming in other boring classes! When i was younger I spent most of my days in our backyard either having a water balloon fight or sledding when the snow is around, not to mention all the camping I had done with my father at the time! I am definitely an outdoorsy kid!