My poem as Mcpherson woods and Freedman school

Photo 2
Mcpherson woods

The smell of gun powered
the dead bodies on the
ground the sound of
people yelling is all
around

If they had any housesense
they wouldn't send these people
out here seeing the elephant to fight

They made these woods into
a battle ground this is are
woods and they should give
it back clean just like it was
before they came

They don't care about the way
we live they don't care about
each other they came out here
yelling and shooting at each other

These people are crazy I wish
they would go away these woods
was queit and smelled great before
they came.

now it's just a bloodie death zone.

Mcpherson woods

Photo5 - school

Freedman's man school

As my doors open to start

a new day I see new faces

right away to me I never

seen such colorful faces

These people look different

talk different and act different

If only the paper collar man

would get to know these people

they will find that they are smart

harding working and fun to be around

They learn how to spell thier names

and mines I'm starting to see these

people as my family the days they

don't come i miss them it's dark and cold

when there not here.

with this change I learned alot

I learned to love and care about

people who don't look like me.

At frist I didn't know what to expect

but getting to know them I don't regret

allowing these children to become there best .