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The first line in this poem, says Everything crawls-the green black walls is good concrete language. It grabbed my attention at first because I could just picture the destruction and how the moldy green and black walls were crawling. Then the poem goes back to using this line in the middle of the poem but this time she says, Everything crawls. The drooped ceiling through soft splintered slats.

Reading this poem made me kind of sad having never been through such a disaster before. I couldn't imagine coming back to your house after a hurricane and seeing everything that has been destroyed. Patricia Smith begs her new history to hold still, she doesn't want to let go of what she had and start over but there is absolutely no choice. Everything is destroyed and time must start again.

Its 1 am. on what was suppose to be a fun night out with the friends, but some people just can't handle being out on an island sitting around a camp fire. These people didn't belong out here and I had no clue how they had got out here. I'm blaming my cousin for driving them to the island. Anyways its my turn to return these wimps back to the mainland. My brain was somewhere else so this could be a dangerous trip. I get everyone in my boat, make it through the back water to the main channel and return every one back safely. Except myself of course, I now had to drive back alone in the pitch black with blurry vision. I made it across the channel without hitting a bouyie or anything but as soon as I made it in the backwaters BOOM! I had hit a submerged tree and was stuck.


Laying on my back I stare up at the sun looking away every two seconds because of the pain. Grunt my yellow lab runs bye me and shakes off the wet drops from hits fur coat, damn dog that was cold. Some good old classic rock plays from the radio and in this moment I am happy.

Questions for Terry Tempest Williams and Rick Bass

Rick Bass in the nine wolves on page 761 you vividly describe how a rabid pack of wolves would mutulate a deer. I was just wondering if this was a in life experience that you actually got to wittness?

Terry Tempest Williams I was just wondering why you would be so concerned with the survival of something like the screeching owl?

Rick Bass if a wolf pack were to venture down south more say into a place such as southern Wisconsin and kill a human being how do you think the public would react?

Hometown

This image is taken from a park in my hometown of Clinton Iowa. This is pool 13 and the widest part of the Mississippi River. This image represents how relaxing and soothing the water can be. When you needed sometime to vent and escape you could go out on a boat or just walk around the river banks listening to nature. On weekends this place usually turns into a zoo of boaters flocking to near by beaches for some fun. The image could be represented differently if blown up to a larger size. It is hard to tell how wide this area of the river really is.

Reading Like a Writer

The specific details that stuck in my head were how upset the young kid was when the burrowing owls were run out of their home. I think that this goes to show that everyone has something that they show great appreciation for that will be taken away sometime in life. It could be a loved one or it could be a field you once visited that is now inhabited by new housing sub divisions. The young kid takes his anger out on the Canadian Goose Hunting club when in the end they were just trying to find their form of an escape too. It just so happens that where they set up took over someone elses escape.

Standing upon this bluff I gaze out over the river and feel one with nature. Sun rays beam down on me while the wind gently blows keeping me cool and comfortable. Gazing down the edge of this 300 ft. bluff suddenly fills my stomache with butterflies, but is quickly replaced by the soothing sounds of the morning birds singing. This is the widest part of the Mississippi River and seems to look more like a monstorous lake than any sort of river. Lillipads cover the edges of the river providing quiet hiding spots for creatures. Nature hows now drawn all my senses into a transe but is then rudely interuppted by friend honking the car yelling it's time to leave. Im snapped back to reality and leave my post but will return someday soon.