Wednesday, March 30, 2011

No Turning Away

Timothy Carlson
1/28/11
3 point Persuasive
5 Paragraph Essay


No Turning Away

     “Please fasten your seatbelts because we are about to start taxing for take-off,” said the attendant.   Going from one country to another for breaks and school quarters is always fun because I can see many things.   I love watching mountains and lakes flying past as I make the descend.   Flying  to different countries helps put more knowledge in my life than if I had just stayed in the United States.   My three favorite countries are United States, South Africa, and Congo.
     My  first favorite country is the United States.   While there, I have been given huge, red strawberries.   In the Colorado mountains, it is ideal for going mountain biking.   In the winter, it almost snows many days.   Last, I just like to shoot guns without being harassed.
     The second country I favor is South Africa.   Getting up early to go on an early ride in the biggest game park is exciting.   There are really enjoyable and exciting amusement parks where I can ride on a crazy fast rollercoaster or go on a log ride.    Going shopping  in the biggest mall in Africa is delightful, because it has so many different things to view.   Walking in the mountains and breathing in the fresh air makes me feel like I am in heaven.
     Finally , the Democratic Republic of Congo is my last favorite.   Having privacy in walled in compounds is pleasant if I am having a party.   Eating the many exotic fruits is a treat.   The people there are very friendly and wave back whenever I wave.   Driving out of town is fun on weekends instead of just staying home.
     I am very blessed because I have gone to all these countries.   I am always for seeing new things when I travel.   United States, South Africa, and Congo all have nice airports, nice people, and beautiful landscapes.   No one can turn me away from these countries.         
 

Wednesday, March 9, 2011

Tree
beautiful, shade
heated by the sun
rhythmically, dutifully
It matches with creation
Car
dusty, old
cobwebbed by spiders
finally, eventually
Vehicle pulled to the dump
Admiratio
tired, content
sleeping on my chair
happily, drowsily
He dreams with a happy heart.

Friday, March 4, 2011

Through the Community

Out in the village, the dirt roads mingle with the dust, covered huts.   The orange, clay bricks and brown thatched roofs, harden in the sultry sun.   Scattered mano trees stand out from tall, wavy grass.   The goat poop and kwanga overwhelms the tangy, smell of the pineapples on small bamboo tables outside under the spreading flaboyont trees.   Clucking chickens and laughing children swarm though the community of Kundulungu.