Poem+2D

I Am A Little Bit Of Me

I am the daisy of the 300 acre field I am the ohia that builds my home I am the beef chicken soup of God I am a Hawaiian boy with great kuleana I am the trade wind that is as free as a rocket I am the bald eagle of Alaska that looks out for others I am the Hawaii of a haole, the paradise, the destination I am the lion that is hunted by none I am not the chicken that is hunted by most I am not the road that is driven on by all I am not a poet but more a writer I am the infant with no worries I am the quick jaguar ready for whatever comes at me I am the nail that holds the pictures of memories And I am the garden of Eden that feeds all that are needy

-- Brandon Dancer

I used this title because there are a lot of parts of my personality and I am a little bit of each.

My Room My room is my sanctuary in bad times.

My room has the sent of candy filling the room with a sweet delight.

My room feels disconnected from society when I close the blinds.

My room is immune to the loud sound of coiq frogs at night.

My room is clean with the bed made and things picked up.

My bath room has never ending sanity and a tighty tinkling bathtub.

My room my room my room a room of happiness and a room of sanity. ---Reyn Watanabe

I chose to do this, because my room is a special place like no other place in my house.

Peaceful

The ground is soft like a pillow. The trees smell like Lavender. The view is as if it takes your breath away.

The rain touches the leaves so gently that I can feel the breeze on my skin like a strong wind.

So cool and fresh as if there is nothing that feels the best.

~Caleb Lewis~

I picked this title because it talks about this quit and peaceful place. Where there is nobody around just you watching the sunset.

The Girl Who Cries Wolf

When I go play outside with the neighborhood kids my sister always come follow me. sometimes she gets real irritating. Like when she says any kind stuff! One time she said, “Dallas wears girl’s panties!” I when get all mad, so I when yell at her, “Go home you spoiled brat!” After that, she get real sad and she went run home crying, and I’m over here getting all sweaty I bet you ten – no, a hundred bucks she going bull lie to my mom. The lickens I going get will be all bloody! I tell you she cunning like one fox!

So, I went ditch the guys and went go home I when sneak inside and go past my mom and dad boy, though they when look pissed! I when think, “Man, when I catch my sister, I going choke her out!” I got to say sorry before too late. I got to make up because I no like lickens so I when go to her room and find her she was crying, make believe tears I went try talk to her, but no can she stay all habute, and she went yell at me for get out no make sense already, so I went go outside. But I stay all in trouble! My mom and dad was giving me the stink eye! All of this was my sister’s fault! Her wickedness slapped me in the face I went turn around and I went see her laughing by the door I went look at my dad, the iron belt stay wrapped around his hand. When I turned my butt around for the beating, all I wondered was, “How did I get fooled by one troublemaker?”

--Dallas Tada—

I titled my poem, “The Girl Who Cries Wolf,” because my sister is such a pain and she lies so much just so I can get in trouble for nothing! My favorite image in this piece was when I said my mom and dad gave me the stink eye because it always reminds me of my parents since they give me the stink eye or the stare almost everyday. The image of the eye is so strong that it gives me goosebumps!