English 10: Writing Portfolio
Catholic Memorial High School
I saw that inscribed in the side was my
grandmother’s maiden name Magruder. I took it out of the
"That box that I know you must have found goes
back generations to before slavery
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resist the Persians forever because of
|There is a "Black Forest" near my
town. It is dark at night, and higher than
everythingelse. When looking from a far away distance, even during the day it looks dark. Although
it is not black in the winter, when it's slopes are covered with snow. There is a small
partwhere people visit, but in the depth of the forest, "it is probally the least visited
natural setting." It is not just a forest, it is also a mountain.
It is exceptional weather for a December night. No sight of snow yet. It feels as winter had passed
and spring is now arriving. The "Black Forest" is black as usual from the bottom it looks
like a hill of black trees. There is no sight of animals anywhere. But there is a constant noise of
sticks being broken all over. The trees are still as if they are in shock, and the wind is silent.
The rocky hills are filled with loose stones. There are old broken leaves all over the ground. The
air smells fresh, and is cool. It is quiet as I sit to write. I can feel the beauty of the nature
even though it is dark, my senses are aware of it. We as men must find this beauty in ourselves even
if we cannot see it, it is there.
Darkness, and cold chills are surrounding the mountain. It is easier to see becausemany of the
trees are cleared, with a naked and skinny look. There is a fox running about as if he is lost.
There is a large rock by itself with no other rocks it size. The wind in not quiet today, but it is
not shouting. Blowing around dead leaves, plants, and dirt, the wind the coroner of the "Black
Forest." But there is another large rock a few steps away, the fox has stopped running, and the
plants and the leaves have left for more to grow when spring comes. Soon snow will cover all of
this, but nature is not destroyed or forgotten. As men we must realize that if we feel alone or left
behind, there is still always there is the same situation, who knows your pain. And even if we are
lost in society there's always a chance to wipe off the snow, and turn back to the true point
of life, which is to live free from any restictions of society, and forget the status quo.
Black, with a cold chill the forest is. The moon shines bright a third of its whole, or maybeit is
because of the clouds blanketing the sky. It is the clouds shadowing a forth of the moon! But
somehow the light still finds away to brighten up the "Black Forest" and glow on the tips
of the trees. Tonight the noise of the forest is alive. The leaves rustle, the wind is howling,
sticksbreaking, and various bugs calling out to each other. Suddenly I am startled by the sound of a
wolf's cry in the distance. He must be separated from the pack, maybe the same wolf i heard the
other night still lost and not yet reunited with his family. But he does have the bright light from
the moon to lighten up his dark, lonely path, and guide his way. Any man who is lost in this world
when all else fails, has the moon, and all other aspects of nature to guide his way. Just as the
slaves "followed the drinking gourd" to escape to freedom. But it is not just the moon
itself it is our direction given to us by God that persuades us to choose our own paths.
Dark as usually, the chilly hills of the forest seem to stick out into the sky. As I approach it
looks as if there are animals but those are just rocks, stones of all sizes and shapes. The trees
stand tall even though there leaves are dead. Some of the trees are broken, some have fallen and
some of them show years of taking a beating from nature's friendly yet ferocious fists. How
canthey stand? is it the roots that choose what trees stand and what trees fall. Just as life
chooses which men shall lay their own path, and which men shall crack and do as society demands. You
can never truely find your roots, but you can stand tall and leave a memory for future generations
to branch off.
Branch off and push your seeds into the light, and let time reveal there beauty. This time I visit
the forest it is light. The sun is not to bright, but it is revealing. It is still pretty warm out
for mid December. The sky had some scattered clouds. The mountain is not an empty place. There are
still birds even this late in winter. The scattered rocks on the ground all seem to have been maybe
hundreds of years ago, parts of the two larger rocks. The air smells of pine, but not a strong
smell. Leaves plow in the humming wind, and there is life underneath. From the top of the mountain
it seems that this whole community works as one. This experiance is the greatest yet, and the most
helpful to my philosophies on life. I see now that something may look black, and dead but there is
always life shinning bighter than you can believe. So if ever you are losing hope, of yourself or
dying society, remember, there is a light out there. We must start with changing oursleves and our
children. When you plant seeds of your own pull out the weeds, and have faith for good to come.
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