Week 2- My Fear

When I was younger my friend Kaleigh and I would play in my grandmother's bathroom. In the bathroom she had a laundry shoot that went down to the basement. The laundry room wasnt down there or anything, but the shoot was there. Well we were in there one day and we heard a noise. We looked down and seen nothing but darkness, yet we kept hearing the noise. Well instead of it being the boogy man or dracula or something, it was definately the ketchup and mustard men. These guys were fierce. We hadn't seen them but we knew they were very evil. We would drop things down there to try and get them to leave us alone. Every now and then we built up the courage to shine a flash light down there and see if we could see them, but we never did. They never left us alone. It came to the point when we were so scared we wouldnt even go to the bathroom at my grandma's house. We would go to mine, which was next door, or over to her grandma's house that was a half a block away. Today I am no longer scared of the ketchup and mustard men. Just to be safe, when the redid my grandma's bathroom, I asked them extend the floor over the shoot since i mean it wasnt being used anyways.

Week 1- What is a Poem?

My definition of a poem used to be something that rhymes. Also I used to think of them of having the same number of syllables in the rhyming lines. I think poems can be about anything. Sometimes a story is being told or just maybe something is being described. I also think of poems as writing down your feelings, sharing how you feel about a certain topic, or maybe just babbling on about nothing to exact. Poems can be written to inform people about a certain topic or just to entain people who would be reading it. I dont think poems have much of a deffintion but more of a personal opinion because really a poem can be in any form and talk about whatever is on your mind.