Big Yellow Taxi and Field Below Response

Authors Note: in this piece I am describing the similarities and differences between the songs and poems Big Yellow Taxi and Field Below. I believe that in the poem

Big Yellow Taxi

poem was very depressing and the song was very upbeat and happy. They were two complety different view points on the poem/song. The Poem

Field Below

is also a very depressing and sad poem. The song was also very sad and depressing. The song made me feel sad and depressed.

Chocolate Milk

Chocolate Milk is good
I got mine from the hood
It tastes very yummy
And goes into my tummy
I drank it where I stood

Party in Canada

Authors Note: this is a parody of the song Party in the USA that I made with two of my classmates.

So I jumped on the Plane heading to Canada
Welcome to the land of maple syrup, whoa can we eat it all
Jumped on the dogsled, here I am for the first time
I look to the left, and see a gun toting French mime

This is all so crazy, everybody keeps on saying Aye
My tummy’s turnin and I'm feeling kind of homesick
Too much snow so I want to leave today
That’s when my pocket radio played my favorite tune

And the Beethoven was on
And the Beethoven was on
And the Beethoven was on

So I put my hands up, they’re playin my song
The Yetis fly away
I'm noddin my head like “Aye”
Movin my hips like “Aye”
Got my hands up, they’re playin my song

I have the urge to say Aye!
It’s a party in Canada Aye!
It’s a party in Canada Aye!

Got tavern in my dog sled
Eskimos are lookin at me now
Like whos that chick rockin the beaver skin
Shes gotta be from outta town

So hard with peeps not around me
Its defenetly not an American party
Cause all I see is beaver pelts
I guess I didn’t get the memo

My tummy’s turnin
and I'm feeling kind of homesick
Too much snow so I want to leave today
That’s when my pocket radio played my favorite tune

And the JB song was on
And the JB song was on
And the JB song was on

So I put my hands up, they’re playin my song
The Yetis fly away
I'm noddin my head like “yeah”
Movin my hips like “yeah”

Got my hands up, they’re playin my song
And now I'm gonna be okay Aye!
It’s a party in Canada Aye!
It’s a party in Canada

I feel like hoppin on a flight Back to the U.S. tonight
Something stops me every time,
every time The DJ plays my song
and I feel alright

So I put my hands up, they’re playin my song
The Yetis fly away
I'm noddin my head like “yeah”
Movin my hips like “yeah”

Got my hands up, they’re playin my song
And now I'm gonna be okay Aye!
It’s a party in Canada Aye!
It’s a party in Canada

Mother to Son Response

Authors Note: this is a response to the poem Mother to Son

Mother to Son is a Poem about persevering. It is about a child's mother giving there son or daughter the Life can get rough and at times when you want to quit you need to persever the pain and moving forward.

The "Free" Blacks

Authors Note: this is a piece is about how free the free blacks in the north actually were In the North the blacks were free, but my question is how free were they? I believe that they were only partially free. The reason I think that they are only partially free is because they have some of the rights as white people did, but not all of them. Some political freedoms that about half of the free blacks in the north had was voting. The reason only about half of them had this right is because some states gave blacks the right to vote and some of them didn’t. No blacks had the right to serve on a jury until 1860 when Massachusetts gave this right to the blacks. Blacks had next to no social freedoms in the north. They were not allowed to mingle with whites, be in a jury (except for Massachusetts after 1860), attend their churches, go to the same concert halls, marry white girls, or sit at the same table as whites. One right they did have was to own property. Also they could pay taxes. The black community almost had the same rights as the white community. They were allowed to own property and get a job. Although they could acquire a job not many whites would hire you if you were black. It didn’t matter if you were the smartest and most skilled human in the world because if you were black they viewed you almost like an alien, a weird looking creature from mars.

Peewee's Fatal Flaw

Authors Note: This piece is a character description on Peewee. He is one of the characters in the book I am reading, Fallen Angels. Peewee walked into the room, over confident in his prankster sort of way. His eyes scanning the crowd looking for his so called “target”. Once he found his “target” he performed his mediocre trick on the six foot six inch brick wall of a man he decided to pick on. His trick merely annoyed the brick wall making him madder than before. He shot up from his chair like a speeding bullet ready to charge like a bull. The brick wall was getting ready to beat the crap out of Peewee, but luckily for Peewee’s sake the Lieutenant came in and told them that they had to go on patrol. The Brick wall gave Peewee the death stare as if to inform him that his time was coming. When we got back to camp Peewee hid behind some bushes while we waited for Johnson (the brick wall) to get back from the chopper into camp so he could get a couple cheap shots in before Johnson beat his sorry butt. If you asked me he was a little bit scared, but I don't blame him. He has a man like a rhino for an enemy.