Pickles
Note: This is a short assignment that I had in our American Literature class. We were told to write a paper on what seem to be positive characteristics in one person and then what seem to be the negative characteristics in the same person. So yeah...this is Skip Mulligan.
Skip Mulligan – Positive
I, as Miss Laura Seebat,
Adore Miss Kevin’s new hat.
A divine hat like hers,
Could even be better than furs!
I, as Miss Laura Seebat,
Despise one who is outrageously fat.
And this woman whom I despise,
Is also, very simply, “un-wise.”
I, as Miss Laura Seebat,
Love Mrs. Gardener’s cat.
Her cat has a wonderful coat,
sequel to Given Away
But I can't see into him and he turns away to face the open road.
“Never ye mind. Ye'll tell in yer own time I'm sure. Why do ye think there ain't been a soul here to snatch us all to the queen's delightful company?” It is clear that this conversation is closed for now.
“Probably because every time any soldiers get near us, they are sent running in terror from Annie and Danielle.” I and Isaias chuckle a bit and then I fall silently into thought.
Scattered to the four winds,
we were forewarned but forgot,
and we thought we’d forgo
listening for once.
We couldn’t stay in the foreground,
for forces unforeseen,
we were forced to forfeit
all the plans we were forming.
Fortunately we were fortunate,
though the foreigners forbade us beforehand,
we formed the fortunes we foretold,
and they forgave us formally.
We forestalled the forecast,
But we couldn’t foresee the forest ending
And we were afforded no mercy.
One of my older sisters recently read a story concerning certain words of language, which to me seemed like normal, everyday words-which they were, but what I didn't understand up until that point was that those words are basically swear words. Then I decided to do an essay concerning this problem.
Goodness, golly and gosh are all derived from the name of God.
Gee is derived from the name of Jesus.
Heck, when changed around a little, basically means hell.
Darn pretty much means {a word I won't mention here}.
a place that
I swear
will never be equaled
in beauty or prayer
landmarks
a road
more than a path
it leads to my home
it bends and turns
up and down
more than usual
it has no bounds
the swaying grass
around the curve
whispers my heart
and how it burns
the lakes soft surface
pours and flows
the suns kiss upon its back
all aglow
the farm house
it's roof of tin
the fence and stone
surrounding it