We are Home!
08 May 2009 | Ventura, California
by Ryan and Wesley Harris
We have made it home, and excited to see our friends and family. It did not take long for Mom and Dad to re-enroll us back into our middle school, Cabrillo. One of our first language arts project was to write a poem about each of us. Our journey and experiences are reflected in what we had to say. You decide...
Poetry of what I am...
by Wesley Harris
I am the one who sails in the breeze,
I am the salty taste in the air,
When you are at the beach or sailing way out there,
I am the one who's there.
I am the one who is making streaks on the hill,
I am the one with skies ripping through the snow,
I am the one holding a ski medal in the air,
I am the mountain higher than the air,
And I will be staying way up there.
And when I die,
My memory will always be found there.
"Me Poem"
by Ryan Harris
Sailing, sailing as fast as can be,
No one can sail as fast as me!
Skiing, skiing racing down the hill,
Skis take me around at my own free will!
Exploring, exploring whooshing through the trees,
Running into a bunch of bees!
Whenever you do these things,
Think of me,
Ryan.
Sailing, sailing been around the world,
Skiing, skiing been down every hill,
Exploring, exploring seen everywhere.
When you think about these things,
Think of me,
Ryan