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Autumn's Blog!: Anatomy of a Family
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So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past." - The Great Gatsby. Adopted Poet - William Blake. A Prayer for Owen Meany. Response to Novel/End of Year Piece. Tuesday, May 11, 2010. Anatomy of a Family. Author's Note: This poem is about the book The Secret Life of Bees. In this book there is a girl who pictures bees being this perfect, loving family in their hives and this poem expresses that. Small insects of wonder,. Studied through the eyes of one's heart. Thank you M...
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Autumn's Blog!: A Prayer for Owen Meany
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So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past." - The Great Gatsby. Adopted Poet - William Blake. A Prayer for Owen Meany. Response to Novel/End of Year Piece. A Prayer for Owen Meany. In the house there is. Always a ticking tocking and a. Tocking ticking upon a moment of silence. That reminds us all of the fate that. Awaits us at the end of the hall where. Lurks with it's hands forever circling in. A motion of never ending counting. It's face never revealing the. There a...
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Autumn's Blog!: Phoebe's Point of View
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So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past." - The Great Gatsby. Adopted Poet - William Blake. A Prayer for Owen Meany. Response to Novel/End of Year Piece. Monday, May 31, 2010. Phoebe's Point of View. Honey, why don't you sit down," Caroline said cheerily, but there was a nervous undertone in her voice. Sure sweetie," Caroline answered as she sat down next to Phoebe, "why don't you pour me some, my hands are dirty from weeding the garden.". Caroline saw them before P...
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Autumn's Blog!: Time Period Poem
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So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past." - The Great Gatsby. Adopted Poet - William Blake. A Prayer for Owen Meany. Response to Novel/End of Year Piece. My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun". My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;. Coral is far more red than her lip's red;. If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun. If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head. I have seen roses damasked, red and white,. But no such roses I see in her cheeks;.
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Autumn's Blog!: Astronomy
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So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past." - The Great Gatsby. Adopted Poet - William Blake. A Prayer for Owen Meany. Response to Novel/End of Year Piece. Proficiency 1: Briefly describe the history of constellations. Proficiency 1 - Analyzing Galaxies. I can analyze galaxies and the differences between galaxies. I will compare the Milky Way Galaxy to other types of galaxies. Irregular galaxies are mostly made up of dust and gas, so having the Solar System in an irre...
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Autumn's Blog!: The American Dream and the Past it Was Lost In
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So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past." - The Great Gatsby. Adopted Poet - William Blake. A Prayer for Owen Meany. Response to Novel/End of Year Piece. Monday, December 13, 2010. The American Dream and the Past it Was Lost In. Author's Note: This piece is a project on the independent novel that my group and I chose to read - The Great Gatsby. Her face of full of happiness stumble upon him. The green light illuminates the water. Bouncing between the waves. To hold ...
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Autumn's Blog!: Science
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So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past." - The Great Gatsby. Adopted Poet - William Blake. A Prayer for Owen Meany. Response to Novel/End of Year Piece. Please excuse the absence of all the other proficiencies. My sub-page deleted itself just as I was finished with all proficiencies except one, and the fifth proficiency was all I could recover. Fourth Proficiency - Simple Machines Utilizing Mechanical Energy to Transfer Energy. This is the link to our Rube Goldberg.
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Autumn's Blog!: Ticking Tocking
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So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past." - The Great Gatsby. Adopted Poet - William Blake. A Prayer for Owen Meany. Response to Novel/End of Year Piece. Wednesday, May 18, 2011. In the house there is. Always a ticking tocking and a. Tocking ticking upon a moment of silence. That reminds us all of the fate that. Awaits us at the end of the hall where. Lurks with it's hands forever circling in. A motion of never ending counting. It's face never revealing the. In any ...
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Autumn's Blog!: The Dream
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So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past." - The Great Gatsby. Adopted Poet - William Blake. A Prayer for Owen Meany. Response to Novel/End of Year Piece. Thursday, January 21, 2010. Author's Note: In this piece I was experimenting with different techniques, styles, and formats. It was orignally a paragraph of just free writing, but the writing fit more into a poem format so this is how it turned out. White crystals falling gently to the gorund -. Begins to brighten;.
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Autumn's Blog!: Adopted Poet -- William Blake
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So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past." - The Great Gatsby. Adopted Poet - William Blake. A Prayer for Owen Meany. Response to Novel/End of Year Piece. Adopted Poet - William Blake. The italics is his, and then mine follows after. Tyger, Tyger, burning bright. Tyger, Tyger, burning bright. In the forests of the night. What immortal hand or eye? Could frame thy fearful symmetry? In what distant deeps or skies. Burnt the fire of thine eyes? What immortal hand or eye?
