for a school project we had to do this thing called "the best part of me." don't take the name, because it is a book. anyways, i did my eyes, then we had to write a poem with it. so here it is.....
(i edited it on Picnik.) don't take Picnik either, cuz it's a site name.
When a leaf falls from a tree, it doesn't bounce, or break, or yell. it floats. peacefully down to earth, where it will die, and will get reborn into a new leaf. but yet, it still floats down.
(This poem is dedicated to all the men and women lost in the war.)
The Humvee pulls up to a house, in Iraq. they see falling ashes everywhere. Children playing peacefully on the road. The last thing they saw, were falling ashes. As the last burning remains of a fallen tree are run over by a truck, falling ashes hit the window, like a giant sand storm. as men and women of Canada step out onto the battle field, they see. Falling ashes.
