Thursday, March 29, 2012

the deer hunter

                                                                  
                                                       Deer hunter mode 
                                                        By Austin Shibilski
 
 
November 19th the day all the deer hunter go out in the woods. The hunter looking for the big buck the monster you’ve been waiting for. Well the kid looking for a monster is me Austin I just started hunting 2 years ago, and I’ve been looking for that big buck. I haven’t seen it but this year is my year for that monster buck. My friend’s family and I were gearing up for that day sitting in a freezing cold deer stand. I knew if I wanted that buck it would come, I had my eyes set on one buck that got away from me in the past it was called the Mack daddy buck.

            Crunch; crunch my cold feet hitting the wet leaves my feet felt like a brick. If I wanted this buck I had to so silent just like a ghost. As I was creeping toward my stand I saw something off in the distance. I didn’t think of it at the time until it lifted its head it was the Mack daddy buck. It was eyeing me down like bullet. I was standing so still like a ghost trying not to budge an inch. It finally lowered its graze I was moving so fast like a lion. I finally made it to my deer stand my heart pumping so fast.

            I got into my deer stand as fast as I could trying to think the Mack daddy buck would come. As an hour passed by it felt like days. Then I heard something breaking the plain of the ground then I knew it was the Mack daddy coming for me. I didn’t know where it was but I knew it was getting close each step felt like an hour. Finally I could see it the monster I was looking for. It was 70 yards away and still coming it was watching me just like I was watching it. It was time to see who won the battle and that would be me.

            As it lowered its head I raised my gun slow so it wouldn’t see me. I wasn’t losing this deer it was in my sights. Click the safety went off my heart raising. Bang is it down did hit it that was running through my mind. I was so confident with my shot I knew I hit that deer. I was so nerves to get out of my stand and go see what I just shot. I was fowling the wet blood for about 5 minutes when I saw an antler is it the one I’m thinking. I was so pumped and ready to see it I got closer and closer then I got to it.

            Oh my gosh guess what it not the Mack daddy buck. I was so angry with myself but this was the big buck. My dream came true all I wanted to do was shoot a big buck and that’s what I did. As I looked up guess what buck was fifteen yards away it was Mack daddy. I didn’t care because my trophy was right in front of me. But next year you will me mine I will wait until you role around and when that does happen I will get you.           

Big yellow taxi and fields below


“Big Yellow Taxi” by Joni Mitchell is the poem is about how many things in the environment are being taken away, and not coming back. The mood of the story is sad and depressing. I think this because she says you don’t know what you have until its gone and all the plants and animals are gone. Then she says they took my old man and she won’t get to see him again because she doesn’t know where he is going. I feel like she wants to give up but she can’t cause she wants to know what’s going to happen.

"Field Below" by Regina Spektor
            This song is about a person that lives in a big city and can’t see the forest or any wild life. They are depressed because they can’t see anything knew or experience anything.  She lives in a big sky scrapper and she can’t see her old friend because she gone.  I think these poems are a like in many ways because they’re both sad and depressing. They both talk about how they lost something and they want to get it back but can’t get it. I think they try to reach their goals but are not succeeding them. They trying so hard and want to make things right    

Wednesday, March 21, 2012

I have been beaten

I have beaten
the boy
that was outside
the school

and then
he was probably
sad
after the beating

Forgive me
I was mad
Now Glad
Because I'm cured

Austin S. and I wrote this parody from the original “This is just to say” to the book “Touching Spirit Bear”.  We wrote this from Cole to Peter about the brawl scene between the two. The tone of the poem is sad yet sarcastic. The mood of the poem is sorrow. Overall it was difficult to think of the parody but once we got it going it was pretty easy.

Monday, March 19, 2012

Will he be free


Authors note: I’m writing this piece to explain the similar things between me and Cole.
                                                  Will he be free
I’m doing text to self on Touching Spirit Bear. Cole is like me in a few ways. He is like me because he doesn’t like people telling on him, he doesn’t like some people. All these thing are like me I don’t like people telling on me and I also don’t like some people. But there are different ways to settle them instead of betting a kid life lice pretty much.

One of the ways he is like me is he doesn’t like some people I get that I don’t like some people either. Some people just annoy you other want to become friends. Cole and I have this in common because I am annoyed by some people but it doesn’t mean you have to hurt them.

He doesn’t like people telling on him either. You don’t like getting in trouble so why even does it in the first place. I think Cole disrespect people to I do that sometimes but you have to respect people to get respect back. But over all if Cole should try to stay out of trouble. If he doesn’t keep his cool he is going to go to jail.

I think Cole and I are a lot alike but he has to keep his cool.    
   

Just to say


“This is Just to Say” Parody
I have beaten
the boy
that was outside
the school

and then
he was probably
sad
after the beating

Forgive me
I was mad
so mad
and now sad

Austin S. and I wrote this parody on the book “Touching Spirit Bear”.  We wrote this from Cole to Peter about the brawl scene. The tone of the poem is sad yet sarcastic. The mood of the poem is sorrow. Overall it was difficult to think of the parody but once we got it going it was pretty easy.