FC: Carlos Gonzalez Poetry Book Mrs. Caldwell Eng. 4/8/09
1: Tabel of Contents
2: Win Victory,Triumph, Conquest Winnig is half of the quest
3: The Oppostite of losing is Not trying your best
4: Things Kids say when they don't do their homework... My dog ate it Its at home I forgot it I didn't do it I threw it away
5: Nights brush, water, drink water, drink, shower drink, shower, baths shower, baths, restroom baths, restroom, rest restroom, rest, sleep rest, sleep, dream sleep, dream, nightmare
6: I don't understand why people steal why people lie why trees lose their leafs But most of all why people kill why is there war what makes a grow man cry What I understand most is why the sun shines why makes people laugh why people love
7: Just because I'm Latino I don't steal I don't cheat Just because I'm Latino It dosen't mean I'm from Mexico It dosen't mean I like tacos Just because I'm Lation I'm not in a gang I'm not a troubel maker Just because I'm Lation- Please don't judge me on my race
8: I pretend to be an astronaut I feel the cold breese of space I touch the stars I worry how to get home I cry about cold lone nights I am an astronaut
9: Wide blue ocean sweet cold morring cry of a loving mother hot rulthless sun bitter sweet victory fresh new flower
10: Dinosaurs Lived once Long ago, but Only dust and dreams Remain
11: Dreans When I dream It takes me to who different world I wish i could stay there because anything is possible
12: Rain Rian comes in slow It gains speed like a gazelle it leaves its trace everywhere Just like a bear.
13: Trees Way up in the tree, There is lots and lots to see, Trees have lots leaves, That fall down during autumn time, It brings me lots of fun things.
14: By Langston Hughes | What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun? Or fester like a sore-- And then run? Does it stink like rotten meat? Or crust and sugar over-- like a syrupy sweet? Maybe it just sags like a heavy load. Or does it explode?
15: Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth. Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim, Because it was grassy and wanted wear; Though as for that the passing there Had worn them really about the same. And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden black. Oh, I kept the first for another day! Yet knowing how way leads on to way, I doubted if I should ever come back. I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-- I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference. By Rorbert Frost