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= Aly Wood =

Digital Story: media type="file" key="racingdigitalstoryWEB.mov" width="300" height="300" ^not all of these are me, but I didn't have all of me.^

What I want is Enough skills

To swim what I want What I want is

To swim a mile And another

Quicker and stronger With the warm sun

On my back And my legs

Breathing with the rhythm Of the swim strokes

In the pool In the water

Smell of summer On the warm water

As I relax My legs

My arms My feet

My heart Lap one, lap two

Messy Room: Whosever room this is should be ashamed Her pants are hanging on the fan. Her coat is there on the table, And the table is looking like a luggage van.

Her school book is thrown about, Her sweatshirt has been thrown on the door Her glasses and dirty clothes aren’t in the dresser And her pants are thrown about the floor

Shirts and odds and ends jammed through the closet Her TV left on yelling through the roof A dog named KC, running about And smelly old socks leave the proof

Whosever room this is should be ashamed! Mom or Dad or Kaeanna or— Huh? You say it’s mine? Oh no, I knew it looked familiar

Loyalty Song: The day is now gone Atlantic High We’ll forever be on Atlantic High We’ll be back to stand, only to shake a hand, For we know we will miss you Atlantic High – rah! Rah! So break the ice Atlantic high – I will return Atlantic High I am your famed graduate, On we go, for we expect a farewell from you Atlantic High G-O-O-D-B-Y-E Good bye!

Emily Dickinson: A monkey came to town To take an easy stroll; He bit a soft banana and He ate the big fruit, whole.

And then he drank the water From a handy fountain, And then ran to gain momentum To run up a mountain.

The Fog: The racecar crawls On big lion legs

It stops to look Over the track and cars On loud motors And then comes alive

My lost paragraph: Panic. Regret. I wish I had simply taken a couple extra seconds to calm down and put my keys were they go. But now, I'm in a pickle. Oh what to do? They aren't in my ignition, they aren't in my purse, and they definitely aren't in my hand. I can't have my mom rescue me again. I’m pretty sure the keys she brought me last time- I never put them back. Those keys are probably lost too. What am I going to do? I think I will retrace my steps. Back into the bank I go. Looking frantically on the floor, up the walls, under the rugs. No sign of my lost gems. To my work area, back in the corner, where I was in a rush and threw them, are shiny keys like pearls in the bottom of the blue sea. Sigh. Joy. Relief.

The crossing: Time flies when you’re having fun I will never forget that day at the lake

Meeting new friends, catching up with old That day at the lake will never be forgot

When the sun is bright, the wake is full Showing off is everyone’s passion

Adventures are for friends to experience together Able to show off without feeling bad

Courage to ride that wave, Just don’t get hurt

Wear your sunscreen too, One thing I forgot, I did get hurt

Revealing new unharmed skin, My face began to peel

My back soon followed My face was so much worse

Fun was had by all, That day at the lake will never be forgot.

Tabby and I's iambic pentameter: I am a pirate with a wooden leg My parrot likes to eat my salty food One day while I was sailing the big blue My day started to just go all to shit My beloved parrot flew overboard A big storm came in and I peed my pants My vessel began to leak, just like me I shouted “Argh,” just to wake up a matey I tell my mate to fix the leak downstairs He left and brought back a bucket of suds “Argh, not on me matte. I meant the boat.” I jumped on a tube and began to search My parrot couldn’t have gotten to far My stomach began to grumble loudly I went back to me vessel for some food And my mate thought I was a bad pirate Because his eye patch was on the wrong side Thankfully, he shot just my wooden leg I cried for mercy only to look up And see my polly parrot in the sky