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Washington D.C.

Washington D.C. Memoir

Washington D.C. can is an amazing place. They have so many building and the streets are always busy.

Washington has the Lincoln Memorial, Roosevelt Memorial, Jefferson Memorial, Korean Memorial, Vietnam Memorial, World war ll and the union station.

There are also some other very interesting place in D.C. like the white house, Capital, Washington Monument and the Holocaust museum.

Poem of the year!

8 hour for 15 seconds
Sweet dreams are shattered
The alarm clock sounds it warning
Up to feed the horses, so early in the morning
We have to bathe and brush him
Make him sparkle and shine
He has to look his finest, when they call out our winning time.
It’s time to load the trailer
Fill the hay bags and hook up the truck
Pack a lunch and stock the ice chest
We’ll get there in time with some luck.
We’re on our way to the barrel race
It’s around a 2 hour drive
The sun is shinning, what a beautiful day
Ain’t it great to be alive!
We pull into the rodeo grounds
And make it with time to spare
Oh boy I forgot my spurs, maybe I can borrow a pair
You ride in your exhibitions, still and hour before your run
So you help to set the barrels, out in the burning sun.
Your name is finally called out
They tell you to be getting ready
Your horse feels your tension
But your trying to stay calm and steady
As you blast down the alley-way
Running barrels is what this day’s for
A natural high, the wind in your face
You had a great run your sure.
You cool your horse and load him
8 hours you’ve spent in the sun
So much preparation
All for a 15 second run!

Accomplishment Essay

I have had many accomplishments this year but one that really sticks out to me is this year me and my horse Pinecrofts Pocomay “Poco” won a saddle in the International Barrel racing Association.

Me and Poco had rode for a whole year competing in the fourth division in open for the saddle. We were competing against a girl named Kelly who had been barrel racing much longer than me and Poco. Kelly and her big Palomino horse Reno.

We had been fighting it out the whole time but we were always neck and neck it came down to the last barrel run in open on state finals weekend to decide who was going to be wining it. Well somehow me and little Poco had gotten a better time and placed farther up in the open that we Won the saddle.

I had felt so proud of my horse at that very moment knowing that this whole year me and Poco had run and tried are hardest to do what I wanted. She had listened to me so great for a whole year and we had won that saddle.

When it finally became the day that I had to design the saddle I had known that I was going to put it on my other horse that I was just training for barrels Ima Dirty Peyton or known as “Peyton.” So I had gotten a lot of bling and had gotten my saddle engraved.

Riding Lessons

Sara Gruen

Riding lessons is a book about everyday life problems in families with divorce, kids, drugs, and added in to this mess of death and horse thief and just every things seems to be going wrong at this moment in this person’s life. Annemarie Zimmer is going through a divorce while her father is dying so she is flying with her daughter who does not want to talk to her and who does not want to go. When she arrives she is bothered by when her child riding career stopped when her beloved horse Harry and her go to take a jump and the horse does not make it. She ends up very hurt and the horse dead.

While she is there she ends up getting back together with her previous boyfriend Dan while still going through a divorce and her dad is dying. She is also trying to take over managing her moms barn but that’s falling apart to until they are almost about to lose the farm. Annemarie is dealing with her daughter Eva out of control at fifteen getting piercings, tattoos, smoking, wanting to date, running away. It just seems nothing is going right until a horse that looks exactly like her horse Harry comes along and she names it Hurray but there is deep story behind this horse Hurray so if you want to find out than get a copy of this book.

The book riding lessons is an awesome book it will grab you in until the point that you will think that you can’t even put the book down. This book and the other book Flying Changes are the two best books I have ever read.

I think anyone who likes stories that are auction packed and that this is a good book for you to read you don’t even have to like horses because this story will make sure that you are following along. I would say anyone who is in 8th grade or older should read this.

Haiku

Speeding past the first

Our heads turn toward the second

Turn third and race home!

Limerick

Poco, Peyton, Ebony, Tuffy, Sky

These are my horses- They make my life high

I push my face into their manes

And inhale that familiar sent

All life problems go away not sure where they went!

Cinquain

Poco

Barrel Racing

Pole bending too

Won me a saddle

Horse

Free Verse

Thundering hooves

My heart beating fast

Fly like no other

As I gallop through the field

On a horse like no other

But mine!

The Journey

One day you finally knew
what you had to do, and began,
though the voices around you
kept shouting
their bad advice –
though the whole house
began to tremble
and you felt the old tug
at your ankles.
“Mend my life!”
each voice cried.
But you didn’t stop.
You knew what you had to do,
though the wind pried
with its stiff fingers
at the very foundations,
though their melancholy
was terrible.
It was already late
enough, and a wild night,
and the road full of fallen
branches and stones.
But little by little,
as you left their voices behind,
the stars began to burn
through the sheets of clouds,
and there was a new voice
which you slowly
recognized as your own,
that kept you company
as you strode deeper and deeper
into the world,
determined to do
the only thing you could do –
determined to save
the only life you could save.

~ Mary Oliver ~
Reflection: I like this poem. I think that Mary oliver is a very good writter and that she wrote this poem sorta like Nikki Jiovani did.

Sleeping in the Forest

I thought the earth remembered me,

she took me back so tenderly,

arranging her dark skirts, her pockets

full of lichens and seeds.

I slept as never before, a stone on the river bed,

nothing between me and the white fire of the stars

but my thoughts, and they floated light as moths

among the branches of the perfect trees.

All night I heard the small kingdoms

breathing around me, the insects,

and the birds who do their work in the darkness.

All night I rose and fell, as if in water,

grappling with a luminous doom. By morning

I had vanished at least a dozen times

into something better.

Mary Oliver

I think this is a very good poem I like it a lot.

Success is counted sweetest
By those who ne’er succeed.
To comprehend a nectar
Requires sorest need.

Not one of all the purple host
Who took the flag to-day
Can tell the definition,
So clear, of victory!

As he, defeated, dying,
On whose forbidden ear
The distant strains of triumph
Burst agonized and clear!

I talked to my dad about htis poem and he thought that it was very intersting and he liked it but  I can not remeber his exact words.

The weekened of 4-17/18-10

On saturday I have a barrel race that I am very excited about because bith of my horses have been running great and I am very excited to see how they run away from home. This will be very intersting. I can’t wait and than on Sunday I don’t know what I am  doign I think I am going horse back riding in the morning with my friend and than I think I may be working and than I think I am going to come home from work and go horse back riding with my brother and his girlfriend. we will see how it goes! Good luck horses!

Touched by an Angel

We, unaccustomed to courage
exiles from delight
live coiled in shells of loneliness
until love leaves its high holy temple
and comes into our sight
to liberate us into life.

Love arrives
and in its train come ecstasies
old memories of pleasure
ancient histories of pain.
Yet if we are bold,
love strikes away the chains of fear
from our souls.

We are weaned from our timidity
In the flush of love’s light
we dare be brave
And suddenly we see
that love costs all we are
and will ever be.
Yet it is only love
which sets us free.

Maya Angelou


I thought that this poem is an okay poem I understand it but I just don’t know what I think about it.