Jamaica Water Poem

The river plunges down weathered rock dotted with copses of juniper, sycamore, oak, and manzanita. Crags soar on each side of the canyon, funneling the river’s flow over falls and delta-like redirections among interspersed jagged and polished rock beds. My daughters alternate between rushing ahead and falling behind as we hike the two miles to the destination falls and its accompanying pool of crystal water. The river itself alternates between barely shoe depth trickles, raging, frothy falls, and deep, crisp, and clear swimming holes that seem to be hollowed out of the living rock for the express purpose of completely immersing one’s

After the long process of thinking of ideas on which to write this last essay on, I decided I would re-write the poem Girl by Jamaica Kincaid. I decided to re-write the poem from the words of a father towards his son as opposed to the words of a mother to her daughter depicted in the original piece. In my piece, I mimicked Kincaid in sentence structure and flow while swapping genders and keeping the overall meaning and significance to family.

SONG: BADFISH by SUBLIME Location: Oceanside HARBOR LYRICS: When you grab a hold of me Tell me that I'll never be set free But I'm a parasite, Creep and crawl I step into the night. Two pints of booze Tell me are you a badfish too? Are you a badfish too?

During class on Thursday when we were in sectionals, our group was taking about the main theme of the song. While they were talking, I was trying to comprehend what this arrangement was trying to paint in our minds. It hit me, this is a sad love story with more behind it. The miller is longing for someone he can not have, so he lives his life in ruin and wreck. Finally when he dies, the girl is too late, she had the chance but she lost it. She married some other guy and not the miller. Thomas Dunn English Water sadness and regret will not stop flow of water and the mill wheel will still

Quarry Rock is an amazing hike that everyone should try and do if they visit Vancouver, B.C. When I started hiking it felt like a crisp fall morning. The dew was shimmering in the brisk forest as I started walking. The ground was soft as the rain from the night before was still drying up. I came to a slim wooden bridge over a rushing river . The water was scrambling as if it had to be somewhere quickly. When the trail began getting skinny I leaned against a prickly cliff wall for balance. When i finally hand my footing i took my hand away from the cliff wall and it was covered with most dirt that was collected on it for the wall. I brushed my hands together and kept walking. As I hiked higher, the air got warm and the earthy

Our differences are what makes us the same. We all try hard to be different but in the end we do have a lot of similarities amongst us. As we all strive to be individuals, we also strive to 'fit in' these are just a few of the many things in which we all have in common. We must not close doors of opportunity. We don't want to limit ourselves to having a small amount of choices in our lives just because something so little as the color of someone's skin, Our similarities come from our differences.

Some small trees are toward the top, growing out from the cracks in the side of the wall, they defy the comforts that the ground may bring. As the the path starts to decline, it begins shifting toward the direction of the valley. Running water can be heard, flowing in a manner of constant control and power, slowing only at certain times of the seasons. To the left, a waterfall can be partially seen roaring with a vigorous energy, cascading down the rock, plummeting into a shallow pool of water. The pool attempts to engulf three large boulders sitting on the outskirts, only able to claim their undersides. Further, a bridge comes into view, standing proud, with a solid construction of rock and mortar. On each side it offers a wall, both of which rise to protect from the drop below, with the left side forming a connection to the stone wall that preceded them. The path continues on, its convex shape of smooth stone created, suspended in the air. It finds little to care about the stream below, which meekly runs off to connect to the main pool. As the waterfall finds itself in full view, it is proudly able to show off the full might it possesses. Continuing, the path soon finds itself at the beginning of a new set of stairs. The stairs are a bit more deteriorated and uneven, showing lots of cracks and moss. They hug around a corner of exposed rock with a smaller, aging stone wall built to its right side. The stone wall, built mostly by a past construction, was

This song has SO much meaning behind it that I don't even know where to start.. I'll do the best I can though. I was age 4 or 5 and my grandmother, mother, and I was going to Daytona Beach, Florida for vacation. There was a cassette tape that came with my grandmother's new car. I played that tape the whole way to Daytona Beach, Florida. My point about this song is my mother stayed out in the sun at the hotel/resort while my grandmother and I went shopping in St. Augustine at the outlet mall. On the way back to the hotel/resort this song played on that cassette tape and there was a hair brush close to me, so I grabbed it and went to singing "How could I throw away a miracle?

Once he reached the top, he instinctively hid it under a large pile of leaves. Then, when morning came he set it on the edge of the cliff so everyone could gaze at it. When the party began, everyone wanted to play on it. Unfortunately, as the day continued, the waterbed began drooping over the sharp edges of the cliff. Shortly after, the large mattress developed a tear that kept increasing in size. Suddenly, as if the ground was moving from underneath them, the water began to drain out. Quickly Vernan evacuated the animals as they watched what the bed had created. A large waterfall came into view, something new and never seen before. The sight was beautiful and amazed all who’s eyes had the pleasure of seeing it.

To your callous mind, and I wished you well as you cut me down, you cut me down,

As I ran, I felt my foot come down on top of a moss filled rock, and I knew I was in trouble. The slick moss ripped away from the slab of granite and it sent me flying. I knew the fall would be inevitable, and took the it as best I could and prayed for some luck. Branches ripped apart my face, snapping from the contact. Blood flicked up into my eyes. My shoulder made contact with the trunk of a tree as the rest of my body dug into the mud. My legs flipped up over me, crashing into piece of granite bulging out of the ground, pain traveled its way up my leg.

But know that if you trust in me, I will bend you to my will.

Everything happens so fast. She doesn’t have time to scream before an unknown force causes her to lose balance and she plunges face-first into the tarp-covered pool with a splash. Chlorine bums her eyes as she twists around to take in a last breath before her head goes under. Under normal circumstances, she could’ve gotten out without a problem; however this time, the tarp’s weight drags her down. The plastic hugs her like a cocoon and she sinks like a stone. Panic takes over as she thrashes and twists in a futile attempt to escape.

Jacob led me up a trail following the edge of a brook. The rippling water carrying rocks flowing downward along the trail’s edge helped to calm my nerves. Still, the thought of climbing up the steep rim of a mountain made my stomach weak.

My bare feet pattered against the wet stones making little splashed by step. I wonder how long I have been running, for I wasn’t out of breath. Which was weird, for the only physical thing I ever usually do is shoot hoops and longboard. I was nowhere near out of breath, which felt kinda good. My feet were cramping terribly but I proceed to round a dark corner. This was when the beginning of my short life changed