And He Bringeth Up :: Personal Narrative Emotions Papers

Honorable MentionAnd He Bringeth UpMemory stumbles in the headThe sunlight flickers once uponThe monolithic shafts of BabylonAnd ragged phrases in a flockSettle softly, shock by shock.--UnknownI glanced over my shoulder to see if they were coming. It was a pleasant day--a microscopical too hot, at least for my taste, moreover otherwise the blue throw out and milky clouds made a perfect day for a sun-lover. The convention was lingering at the statues, black and dark green sculptures of brilliant the great unwashed doing very important things. What, we couldnt be sure, but they were obviously very important.The common ivy hung on the tall sandstone arch, a clock peeking out of the green. Again, I sullen 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 felt like much longer. I bent over and be my hand on the sun-baked ground. It was too hot to take off my sandals and scent the hardened gr ains against my toes, but at least I was there. I stepped onto the hard, man-fashioned record and raised my eyes to heaven. Everything was still there--the palm trees with their sometimes-dangling leaves. The old buildings, all created with the equal sandy brick, surrounding the area. The darkened star in the heart of the ground. scarce mostly, the church 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 juiceless that the soul of such a liberal university was this cross-topped chapel in reposition of Christ 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 wherefore is your mouth all green? Rob Roy, he pulled some clover,as we crossed the field, I told her. --May SwensonThat carpet always reminded me of very soft, very smock corn-on-the-cob that had been scraped off, perfec tly intact, and laid on the ground where I would sit and reside TV in the morning before I went to school. Mom would sum up in and bring me breakfast and I would watch Dennis the Menace or Gem and the Rockers or, on that day, Sesame Street.Shoshermosher was with me then, watching Sesame Street, consume breakfast in the living room.