Pond

Wind blows the willows,
The pond ripples in reply,
Calm ducks quack, loudly.

I played The Bee

Today I played The Bee (L'Abeille) by François Schubert (of Dresden). While I was playing, I realized my violin was out of tune . It sounded terrible! When I played an A, it sounded like an A flat! The bee sounded more like a fly. I abruptly stopped playing, and announced "I think my violin is out of the tune!". (My dad had tuned it before we came to the concert!) Then someone tuned it, and I played again. It sounded much better.

Fantastic Mr. Fox

Today, I went to the movies and watched Fantastic Mr. Fox with my friends. The movie is based on the book by Roald Dahl. I didn't like the movie as much as the book. I feel as if the movie didn't give a clear idea of what was going on. I also feel as if the movie that washed away the creative and exciting parts of the book away. I don't recommend this movie.

I have also watched a movie based on one of Roald Dahl's books. It was called James and the Giant Peach. It was TERRIBLE!!!

I think that it is hard to make a good movie out of one of Roald Dahl's books. His books are very cleverly written, but if you transpose them into movies, they become quite boring.

The violinist

I took a deep breath,

And sang;

I sang in a language,

A voice rarely heard;

I opened my mind, heart, and soul,

To ... ... the world.

The Fish Bowl

This is a project that I did in my science class. The class was learning about scavengers, decomposers, producers, and consumers. We were told that we had to make a comic, that included a clear idea about what scavengers, decomposers, producers, and consumers were, and at the same time keeping the comic fun. I enjoyed the project very much.

LEAVES

Leaves aboard the wind, leaping into the air
Every passenger is different from the other
Ablaze with leaping flames
Vibrant colors traveling far and wide
Envious pines gaze, wanting beautiful colors
Smiling, I watch

The Invention of Hugo Cabret (Summary/reveiw)

I like the book The Invention of Hugo Cabret by Brian Selznick. I like this book because it has a very intriguing style and beginning. The author starts off the book with two very unique paragraphs; " The story I'm about to tell you takes place under the roofs of Paris ... ... ...But before you turn the page, I want you to picture yourself sitting in darkness, like in the beginning of a movie ... ... ... You will eventually spot a boy amid in the crowd ... ... .... Follow him because this is Hugo Cabret. His head is full of secrets ,and he is waiting for his story to begin."That introduction really made me want to read on.

There was only one part of the book that I didn't like. It was the ending. I feel as if the ending never satisfied me. I kept wondering, " Grampa Goerges wasn't successful in movies and that is the only problem?"If I were the author,Grampa Goerges would also lose his memory.

There are two quotes in this book that I like. " I like to imagine that the world is a big machine. You know machines never have any extra parts. They have the exact number and types of parts that they need. So, I figure if the entire world is a big machine, I have to be here for some reason. And that means that you have to be here for some reason, too. " The second quote is that "Did you ever notice that machines are built for a reason? Maybe it is the same with people. If you lose you purpose, it's like you're broken."

Some parts of the book had so many pictures in a row that they looked like mini movies.

I forgot to tell you that I love the style of this book; pictures with words. There were about the same number of pages of words as pictures and one picture takes up two sheets of paper.

I like the book, The Invention of Hugo Cabret, and strongly recommend it!

Aurora

The aurora is a vagrant,
Traveling as it sings;
Riding in the ocean's tide,
Flying without wings.

Wanted: Frody the Frog

This is Frody, the frog.

He came from the Amazon, hopping to get rich and famous. Instead he committed many crimes and bad deeds. Sometimes people's dreams were ruined by him. Please find Frody.

(a summer camp project for studying Metamorphosis)

The Eagle

His great eyes,
Staring ...
Gleaming ...
Glittering.

His great beak opens;
He yells out a cry;
The wind carries it down
to the royal ocean tide.

His Great claws grasp
the mountain peak's top;
clawing and scratching;
so sturdy ...
so strong.

His great wings spread;
He takes of for flight.
His grand feathers rustle;
From the great wind's might.

He glides and lands smoothly;
On long stringy grass;
Pruning his feathers;
Resting his soul;
On the warm sunlit patch.