English 7th Grade 2006

Morgan Hunt
Mattacheese Middle School
Memorial Day Poem
Ms.Mahedy
Language Arts
May 22, 2006

“Never forget the ones who died for our safety”

Death
Ringing silence
Time has stopped
Life is paused
Shock
Millions of people
Innocent lives, taken
Gone from the earth
But not from our hearts


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Rachel
Greenday
Eyeliner
Jelly doughnut
Myspace
Inside jokes
Fun
yum
Random
Apple pie
Owns my left arm
Hyperness
Best friend
Black sweatshirts
Surprises trusted
Memories
Always there
And there for me



Rachel Faye Acosta= best friend for life…no matter what.



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Morgan Hunt
Language Arts 1/25/06


“People often hate each other because they fear each other; they do not know each other because they can not communicate; they can not communicate because they are separated.”

When Martin Luther King said those words of wisdom he was intending that most people judge to quickly. They assume peoples lives before living them and think they are of little importance. This is very true and a common problem of hatred. In an other way of looking at it, looks can be diseaving. For their live looks easier than it really is. Though each experience is taken differently depending on your resent experiences, still people who think something is a big deal someone else might not. Intending that they can’t handle curtain situations can cause thoughts that are not true and kill any opportunities for seeing the person they really are.


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Morgan Hunt
Language Arts
May 2,2006
Friendship, time, place, and state of mind


Emily and I’s relationship matches Connor’s description of his and Branwell’s. We rode the same bus and lived I the same neighborhood. We were- both in the same class without a close friend to hang with. Me being new, and Emily being welcoming, we began to talk and become friends. What we didn’t know was that we would stay friends for many years. We found that we had similar things in common and could deal with each other’s faults. We both loved poetry and being outside with friends. We began to hangout more and more until we became inseparable. Though we never got into a big argument, somehow we drifted apart. I know it’s because of me; she doesn’t enjoy hanging out wit me anymore. I figure I rather let things go instead of getting into an argument about it. I know that there is nothing I can do, because I have already tried. What we had before was simply interlocking time, place and state of mind.






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