A sentence that contains 100 words!!!!

100 Word Sentence!

Finally Home:

As the small rugged plane was landing, mercifully, on the wet snow covered Denver strip, I looked out the window and that was when I saw them; all three of them with their glowing faces, their soft smoky, smooth, colored skin, and their identical big brown eyes that blissfully met mine; reminding me that I was finally home, finally where I was meant to be; with my boy's, my loves, the three little people that meant more to me than any object of value, any possession, simply any thing of existence in this eternal so called life we live in.

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I get 1 point extra credit because I waited 15 min for Pro. Hepworth in class! WOOOOO!!!!

My Reflections on N. Scott Momaday

This poem reminds me of a relationship that has gone sour. When Momaday states, "What did we say to eachother" I think refers to a fight that went on and escalated to things the couple really didn't intend on talking about. Now that comments were made that may have been taken to far, the couple can't even remember what was said. But they do know, things went bad. Now, they are as deer on high alert. The couple may be walking on egg shells, highly alert to eachother. Ears and body very watchful to not say something wrong or make a wrong move.

Questions:
1.) Momaday never tells us what was said. Does this omission keep us from understanding the comparison.
I think Momoday may leave it to the reader to decipher the comparison. Yes we understand how the deer are feeling, but anyone can choose what to compare his comment "What did we say to eachother." For instance, one could think of a woman who just told her boyfirend she's pregnant or a couple who just got in an agressive fight.

2.) The comparison extended with each detail adding some new twist. Explain the implications of the last line.
I think with the previous line he implicated the deer were on high alert for something to happen. With the last line, it is obvious the deer are now running from whatever they were carefully motioning too.

Comparison Poems!

Now Here We Are
How do we feel?
now that we are as a locked up house
with one key to open doors
with locked widows
with an alarm to warn intruders
with walls to block the rain
with a thermometer to adjust temperature
with a strong sturdy concrete structure

The Fight
How shall we look at each other?
now that we have spoken in anger
now that we have broken glass
now that we have sharpened edges
now that we have drips of blood
now that we have two sliced hearts
now that we have nothing to love with
now that we are blind

Questions for William Johnson!!!!

1.) In the poem Dogwood, what does the tree nailed with bloody after bloody and the crucifix resemble?

2.) What are you suggesting in the poem Moose Dreams? It is as simple as a man enjoying himself out in the forest?

3.) How do you get inspired to write a poem? Does it come easy? Do you take experiences from the people around you or yourself?

Reflections of Dogwood by William Johnson

This poem is about the smoltering hot days between July and early September. Mowing the grass is like a treterous chore because it is just so hot. One is so annoyed, sweating, pushing along, and the neighbor's annoying mutt follows you with each row barking! I'm thinking that the author chants dogwood 3 times because when this tree sprouts back into life, the smoltering days of summer are over and the cool days of fall are back. I'm not really too sure what the writing of crucifix and the tree being nailed with bloody after bloody. But, it could be referring to the Dogwood Tree. Maybe the Dogwood tree resembles his faith and rock in times he most enjoys. Like, cooler weather in the fall.......?????If someone could help me with this one that would be great!!!

Reflections on William Johnson's Moose Dreams!

This poem I am going to take a hack at, but is probably way off...So go easy on my interpretation!!!!! This poem reminds me of high school days when my friends and I would go camping to the CDA river. We would go fishing when dawn was creeping in, the sun blazing down on our back as were attempting to catch the first fish of the day. Once, when we looked across the river, we saw a tall, long-legged straddling Moose. I think what William was trying to portray was a man relieving his stresses out in the wilderness. The man can leave behind all the chutzpa (for good or for bad) in his life and just be. He compares his burdens to the weight of bone-wings on christ. This man is one who loves to hunt. Smelling the musk, and describing it as something that if it were fumes he would have "snuff" to much in his day. When he throws his fish in the cooler, as we all do, he gets the last look from the fish. The fish is pist he was caught and gives him a last glare of life.