POETRY PROJECT

Beauty in life, beauty in nature, there's beauty everywhere.
Flowers are one tiny part of our fascinating world that we can afford to possess.
Tiny, but gorgeous part. Learn to appreciate it.
Flowers give you happiness, joy, light.
They revive and fill your days with colour.
Flowers are a magnificent, one of the most elegant creations of nature.
Appreciate beautiful things. Love flowers.

Publishing:
Before I even thought of the poem I thought of some ways to publish it and decided I was going to go to a flower shop. Only after deciding that I wrote the poem. I went to a local flower shop in Downtown called "Bay Fresh Flowers" and asked their creative director if I could put my poem up in the shop and maybe leave some copies near the cash register. She kindly allowed me to do that. I left 30 poems in the store so people could take them when they bought flowers, I went back to check in 5 days and almost all of them were gone.

After I did that the employees asked me what that was for and I explained that that was for a school project and asked if they want to read it, they did.

Then I asked the customers who were waiting for the bouquets if they wanted to read the poem, all of them were really nice, or maybe they didn't have anything else to do anyway:)

The store owners were russian so they asked me if I could translate the poem and put it on flowers that were outside the store.

POETRY PROJECT

Thought...
It's that little thing that goes through your mind
For every second,
And every day of life,
You have those thoughts that help you go on living,
Those thoughts, that save your life.

For publishing my poem I:
1. Posted it around on benches, bus stops and building

 



2. Posted it around the school, on Instagram

LONDON TIMES

Today’s News:

A series of terrible, yet suspicious events occurred during the past 2 days. The leading event happened on Sunday, August 20 - Alan Ervin, the blacksmith’s son was found dead in the field-path that lead to his house with an arrow through his neck. Alan married Anne, a girl from a farm not far from Waknuk a few months before this terrifying event. The police investigated this incident and came to a conclusion that there is no evidence that can lead them to the murderer.

Just as things started to calm down another event happened.

Being shocked and stunned by what happened, Anne said that she knows who murdered her husband but refused to name them. The next morning Anne was found hanging dead in her own room. No evidence was found once again. She did not even leave a note to her family. This incident continues to be a mystery for everybody in the town. 

Where Alan was found dead. Picture by: Violetta Kryak

Romeo's thoughts on Juliet

O fair Juliet
How wonderful art thee
Your loving bosom I must get
For I am in love, aye me!

A Capulet, you may be
My affection is beyond my eye's see
So elegant, so graceful
So pretty, so faithful

How lucky I am to have found thee
One fair night at a Capulet party
Attempting to forget Rosaline
All was achieved when your love became mine

Now I shall wait for thee
Wait high up in your balcony tree
What you would desire, I will do
A marriage proposal shall be sent to you

Adoration and content is what we will have
Together our lives will not be daft
An eternity we will grow together
Like two doves, sharing one single feather.

 " To Kill a Mockingbird " Journal Entry from Scout's perspective.

     We live in a house in the Maycomb County in Alabama. We live with my father Atticus, my brother Jem and Calpernia our maid. It was summer when me and my brother met Dill. He wanted to see what our neighbour Boo Radley looks like, but we were telling him he is going to kill al of us if we get close to his house. In September Dill left, but he is going to come next summer. I was going to school the first time this year, and I can say, I didn't like it... Actually, I didn't like our teacher Miss Caroline. She is not nice. She told me I have to tell Atticus to stop teaching me how to read. Also, she  was not from our county and didn't know all the folks, so when I tried to explain to her she thought I was joking or imagining or something... She made me stand in the corner for the rest of the class.

(Poem From Charlotte's Perspective)

DEDICATED TO THE BEST TEACHER
("The Metaphor" by Budge Wilson)

One day you appeared in my life as a teacher,
And, you taught me about the metaphor.
I did not know I could write like that before,
But you told me I could.
I believed. And I wrote...
Another day I realized I'm in high school already.
And you appeared again in my class.
This time you could not teach us anything,
This class was not like before,
But I did not support you.
Then you died.
And I deny, that in my life
I'll meet another teacher,
Another person,
Another birthday cake like you.

THAT WAS THE BEGINNING
(Poetic Response to a short story "The Sound of Hollyhocks" by Hugh Garner)

"Rock Hudson" sat on the bed,
He was talking to plants.
And then he suddenly said:
"Hollyhocks are funny flowers"
I could not understand,
Almost anything he said,
But I agreed and shook my head.
After that day, he talked to me more,
I couldn't get him, but that wasn't all.
He talked to me quietly, and after a while,
I had his life-story up to that time,
But that's a different poem... 

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