And He Bringeth Up :: Personal Narrative Emotions Papers

Honorable MentionAnd He Bringeth UpMemory stumbles in the headThe sunlight flickers once uponThe massive shafts of BabylonAnd rag phrases in a flockSettle softly, shock by shock.--Unkn ownI glanced over my shoulder to trance if they were coming. It was a pleasant day--a little as well as hot, at least for my taste, but otherwise the blue sky and whitish clouds made a perfect day for a sun-lover. The group was linger at the statues, black and dark green sculptures of brilliant people doing really important things. What, we couldnt be sure, but they were obviously very important.The ivy hung on the tall sandstone arch, a clock peeking out of the green. Again, I turned to see if my peers were following, and they were, reluctantly. I quickened my pace, anxious to see the place. It had only been a year, but it mat up like much longer. I bent over and rested my spate on the sun-baked ground. It was too hot to take off my sandals and feel the determined grains against my toes, but at least I was there. I stepped onto the hard, man-fashioned nature and raised(a) my eyes to heaven. Everything was still there--the palm trees with their sometimes-dangling leaves. The old buildings, all created with the same sandy brick, surrounding the area. The darkened star in the heart of the ground. But mostly, the church building was the same. The gold-plated surface shone, not like it did at night, but in its own daytime way. I always thought it so ironic that the sense of such a liberal university was this cross-topped chapel in memory of deliveryman and those who would never forget him. I never got to go in there, I thought. I always wanted to, but I never did. ORANGES GO TO THE OPERAGo back and tie your hair, said my mother,and Why is your let the cat out of the bag all green? Rob Roy, he pulled some clover,as we cross the field, I told her. --May SwensonThat carpet always reminded me of very soft, very white corn-on-the-cob that had been scraped off, dead intact, and laid on the ground where I would sit and watch TV in the morning before I went to school. Mom would come in and bring me breakfast and I would watch Dennis the Menace or pit and the Rockers or, on that day, Sesame Street.Shoshermosher was with me then, watching Sesame Street, eating breakfast in the living room.