WS -- Blogmeister

What has a nose like a bear has fur like a bear and sounds like a bear?

A bear

Morning Song
Each morning, coming into class
I hear a soft musical sound
Replay the song I’m bound to say
The song will open your mind
A song I’ve heard a million times
Yet I want to hear it again
I‘ll never get bored of the song
Each morning, going to class

WS
April 2010

I am from by WS

I am from falling books, the smell of old tree trunks, the loud pages and tapping of the graphite in the room of quite.
I am from the "get out of my room" and the "don't touch my stuff," from the flying plastic bird and fish that cannot swim but only turn.
I am from the loud humming of the room of food, the room that has the leaning chairs and the flakes that scream as they fall off the table. I am from the bathroom that is like an ocean, the mini ocean in the office where fish eat fish, from the guarded cupboard with brown treasure inside, the planning of him and me to kill the dragon, the small yet painful little dragon. I am from the graphite still following me with its painful tapping, from the best friends houses to my own, from the day came out to the last day of life the wall stays white as snow, the room is then forever blunt and dull. I am from the technology boy that grew up to be the technology man, from air sick to sea sick and to car sick yet nothing happens, from the mystery of life that I try to accomplish to the thing I mustn’t do or the thing I mustn’t say, from the joy of the taste hormones being released through my body at the first bite of chocolate, from the site of the spinning ball of food. I am from the chill of eyes on the wall and the angel that will speak and unlock the door, the sleep walking accountant and the cranky, old accountant. I am from the teacher that has a hissy fit whenever you annoy her or at least look at her, the traitor of the schools, that never was so kind we liked him very much yet knew he was a spy. I am from the thought of reaching 9 and 10, the door that never closes, the phone that always rings. I am from the creator of all that is here, from here or there that is where I’m from.

Where are you from?

This is a tough one: how many fingers am I using to type this word."contribute"

كنت خائفاً في الباص لأنّي لا أعرف أين سوف أنام. لكننا عندما وصلنا لم أعد خائفاً لأقول لكم الحقيقة ولكني كنت متحمساً. قبل أن نصل إلى الفندق مشينا في الغابة. تعبت كثيراً بعد سير طويل، و لكننا توقفنا وأكلنا البسكويت وشربنا الكاكاو.عندما وصلنا إلى الفندق قرأت القصص وشاهدنا فيلماً مقرفاً ولكنه كان رائعاً. نمت نوماً عميقاً. في الصباح لعبنا بالقوس والتطقت حشرة كبيرة ومخيفة. كنت سآخذ الحشرة إلى بيتي ولكن المعلمة قالت كلا. بعد يوم جميل عدت إلى البيت مع قصص لأحكيها لعائلتي والكثير من الذكريات الجميلة.

A chest without hinges, key or lid yet golden treasure lies within.

THE PUPPY
INSPIRED BY LOVE THAT DOG
A coat as white as snow,
Is cute as a baby doe,
He lies beside a tree,
The whole day long,
Chomps a fly,
That is in the sky,
The clear, blue sky.

life with a pain is really hard
why to delay the mind of tho
so much to do
so much to do
still distracted by my pain

The Red Leaf
Written by Wafic
Inspired by William Carlos William
so much depends
upon
a crackling red
leaf
making a crispering
sound
beside the hungry
tiger

Inspiration
Written by Wafic
Inspired by William Carlos William
so much depends
upon
a little poem
inspired
by William Carlos
William
the great rhythmic
poet

Hospital Job
Written by Wafic
Inspired by William Carlos William
so much depends
upon
a bottle filled
daily
with extremely important
medicine
by the caring
nurse

The Boy
Written by Wafic
Inspired by William Carlos William
so much depends
upon
a very funny
boy
named Wafic Jamal
Saneh
surrounded by other
kids

Here is my science project about Waterfalls. I hope that you enjoy this project because I worked hard on it.
Here is where you can see it.