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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