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FC: Yuan's Poetry Portfolio per:5 By: Yuan Gao 02/21/10

1: TABLE OF CONTENTS: Where I'm from..................................................Pg.2 My mother's kitchen.............................................Pg.3 Mother to son.....................................................Pg.4 Language arts limerick..........................................Pg.5 Ode to GSMST...................................................Pg.6-7

2: where I'm from I am from dumpling, from bao zi and mooncakes. I am from the cool breeze of the north east. I am from the lotuses, the huan he I am from respect and brightness, from guitao and pei mei and gao. | I feel nervous and humorous. From legends and fairytails. I am from no gods and finding one I'm from China, tang yuan, and hun dun. From the train accident my grandpa had, the broken hand, and the cancer my grandma had. I am from the portfolio, precious as gold, hidden in room.

3: My mother's kitchen Working hard in the kitchen, Trying to cook that chicken, She couldn’t even get it warm, Without provoking the alarm, In the oven sat that bird, Alone, sad, and unheard, But the green peas are doing fine, Prepared to be mixed with lime, People find that kind of cooking is weird, People compare it to her grandpa’s beard, The food sure smells fantastic, But she hopes it doesn’t taste elastic, | The chicken is finally done, Unlike the alarm she finally won, It’s not that hot, But at least it didn’t rot, Alas she finished cooking, And it was pretty looking, But why is the chicken, Still in the kitchen.

4: Mother to son My mother told me: There will always be obstacles, You will never stop climbing, You will never stop dodging, You have to keep going even at the top, She said son: don’t stop when you’ve reached that top, you have to keep on struggling, you have to remain at the top, you have to survive. Also, son you know that: I’m still climbing, trying to reach that top, I’m trying just as hard as your going to, I’m going to keep on going too, I’m never going to stop, | My mother said: Even when you fall I’ll be there Even when you’re down I’ll be there, Even at the lowest point in your life, Even when you’re out of luck, She kept telling me: I know you’re trying your best, I know you have a long way to go, I know you’re determined to keep on going, But remember I’ll always be there too.

5: Language arts limerick Language art was his weakest class, Some think he’ll never pass, But then they started poetry, It was way better than chemistry, So now he can pass that class

6: Ode to GSMST O’ GSMST is definitely mighty, The best of education provided, O’ the homework might bother me, But good test scores were promised, They were all better than an eighty, To thou I say our students are great, Even in each class only twenty, But our knowledge is as big as a threat, Our speeches may be wordy, But the information is certainly to us, as big as a test, To thou again, our school is huge, Not in size, population, nor many classes, But our educational package, We are not weak like shattered glasses, We have a mighty image, This school is not ordinary, This school is not a forge, This school is extraordinary, In standards, and in courage, And we have no rivalry, | O’ supreme GSMST glowing with dignity, Our symbol of might, And also or modernity, For us, GSMST answer, it is the light, It lights the path to more diversity, In our knowledge, and also in our heart, O’ GSMST can be compared to a super city, Where the best of the best live in a world full of art, Students from the school are really witty, Making quizzes look like a party, This is the town for the teens, They are almost there to college, They are working like in team, Aiding each other with no outrage, I tell thou that at GSMST we aren’t like a bum, Fighting others with rage, We here always whim, A solution to the bad message, We do not wham, But if an obstacle, will engage.

7: There is not one school like this, This unique and very special, We have no pesky twigs, And we do our work speedily, Always ready to fix tweaks, If any shall ever come suddenly, We can solve anything, any week, Even if it comes urgently, Why are we never weak, Because we are GSMST.

8: October by Robert Frost O hushed October morning mild, Thy leaves have ripened to the fall; Tomorrow's wind, if it be wild, Should waste them all. The crows above the forest call; Tomorrow they may form and go. O hushed October morning mild, Begin the hours of this day slow. Make the day seem to us less brief. Hearts not averse to being beguiled, Beguile us in the way you know. | Release one leaf at break of day; At noon release another leaf; One from our trees, one far away. Retard the sun with gentle mist; Enchant the land with amethyst. Slow, slow! For the grapes' sake, if they were all, Whose leaves already are burnt with frost, Whose clustered fruit must else be lost-- For the grapes' sake along the wall.

9: Come In by Robert Frost As I came to the edge of the woods, Thrush music -- hark! Now if it was dusk outside, Inside it was dark. Too dark in the woods for a bird By sleight of wing To better its perch for the night, Though it still could sing. The last of the light of the sun That had died in the west | Still lived for one song more In a thrush's breast. Far in the pillared dark Thrush music went -- Almost like a call to come in To the dark and lament. But no, I was out for stars; I would not come in. I meant not even if asked; And I hadn't been.

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