Author's Note: This is a poem I did on a sculpture from the Art Museum. I really liked the piece and it inspired me. In the end of this poem the soldier is trying to find anything he can hold on to, so he can stay alive. He's fighting for his life. PLEASE leave comments because I'm more than happy to change it. This format is an experiment so let me know what you think.
Fighting for Life,
Fighting for Death,
Fighting for Greece,
Fighting for Sparta,
Grit and dust,
Sweat and tears,
Blood and spit,
Sword and shield,
Blood flowing,
Head pounding,
Heart beating,
Hands trembling,
Reaching,
Grabbing,
Stabbing,
Killing,
Falling,
Laying,
Bleeding,
Dying,
Reaching for a sword,
Reaching for a shield,
Reaching for a helmet,
Reaching for a hope,
Failing.
Thursday, December 16, 2010
Wednesday, December 1, 2010
Field
Author's Note: This wasn't my actual journal entry. This was just and awesome experience I had on the Sunday during Thanksgiving break. I know some people would hate this but it was so much fun I can't describe it. I was pheasant hunting with my dad, our friend Mr. Deltorto, and his two sons Nicholas and Max.
Tall grass sways in the breeze. The dog is sprinting back and forth, searching for a scent. Freezing he puts his nose in the grass and his tail in the air and waits. Slowly someone walks forward stepping all around. The frightened bird takes flight with wings beating frantically. A savage roar fills the air as lead shot is fired down the barrel towards the bird. The wild beast that is my gun kicks back while trying to break free of my grasp. Feathers erupt and the small bird falls to the ground lifeless. Congratulations fill the air as I flick the safety back on and pump out the used shell. I was stunned as everybody starts laughing as the dog searches for the dead body. Finally finding it and bringing it back the dog gets plenty of scratches as I put the bird in my sack. This situation would repeat many more times today while I brought down five different birds. In total the group got 15. It was my first bird hunt and it was so much fun, I can't wait for the next one!
Tall grass sways in the breeze. The dog is sprinting back and forth, searching for a scent. Freezing he puts his nose in the grass and his tail in the air and waits. Slowly someone walks forward stepping all around. The frightened bird takes flight with wings beating frantically. A savage roar fills the air as lead shot is fired down the barrel towards the bird. The wild beast that is my gun kicks back while trying to break free of my grasp. Feathers erupt and the small bird falls to the ground lifeless. Congratulations fill the air as I flick the safety back on and pump out the used shell. I was stunned as everybody starts laughing as the dog searches for the dead body. Finally finding it and bringing it back the dog gets plenty of scratches as I put the bird in my sack. This situation would repeat many more times today while I brought down five different birds. In total the group got 15. It was my first bird hunt and it was so much fun, I can't wait for the next one!
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