Tales of Tenth Grade

          After reading The Lord of the Flies , I've been reflecting on the hunting aspect of the book a lot.  And with that, I was thinking about how the experience would be different--more domesticated.  I revisioned this as a family hunting trip between father and daughter.  So without further ado, I present The Hunt: _______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ The Hunt Large flakes drift toward the ground and join with the other fallen soldiers covering the greenery.  Virtually untouched, a chalky blanket of fresh powder lines the hillsides.  Nothing but two sets of footprints and one of a hoofed mammal penetrate the frozen sheet, heading toward a forest of barren trees.  Snow clings to every crevice of the shrubbery, in stark contrast to the crimson blood trail. Further in the trees a bundled-up man with a salt-and-pepper beard carrie...

Lord of the Flies strongly emphasizes the theme idea that all of mankind is inherently savage and that the fine line between good and evil is a permeable one. I decided to write a poem portraying a similar theme with the ideas of good vs. evil and how our roles in life and along that spectrum are never set in stone. So without further ado:  When an angel spreads its wings it makes a promise To be faithful, to be truthful, to be kind The halo upon its holy head  marks patience, virtue- heavenly wed no wrongdoing ever to be uttered The demon, horned, with pitchfork knows his role To be hateful, to be evil, to be cruel He sits atop his throne of glass  Sharp edges cut to painful pasts A sinful smile curled upon his lips The line’s been drawn we say its made of stone An impenetrable fortress to divide us Each soul with an important part Together: a fine work of art To maintain the war between the good and bad When the sun rises an angel sha...