He is the tourists that walk along the sidewalks passing
empty shops
Passing little girls smelling flowers waiting for their mothers to finish shopping
Old men sitting on benches smoking Cuban cigars talking
about their gambling problems
Hearing cars puttering along Main Street racing through red
lights making sure cops aren’t watching
He is the boys that play a game of basketball on the street
corner
The parents that take their dogs for walks that don’t have
children
The church members that go around knocking on doors asking
people to commute to their services on Sunday’s
People that get up early to run when the wind is blowing
just right, with a cold breeze to keep them from sweating profusely
The girls and boys walking home from school listening to
music and singing out loud for everyone around to hear.
He is the stares from old woman judging the change in the
young girl’s wardrobe
The woman that go and get their hair done every week just
because their husbands are rich and they want to brag that they don’t have to
work a day in their lives.
He is the farmers driving pick-up trucks in overalls and
spitting dip from their windows at stop signs on deserted roads. Wearing wade
boots because they are afraid of rain getting in their boots even though it is
sunny outside.
He is the lazy people that order pizza every night for
dinner because they don’t want to do their dishes. He talks about everyone like
they are less than him because he comes from a family of money. He walks with a
strut, with his head held high, his neck raised above the world. He hasn’t worked
a day in his life and knows nothing about the value of money and looks down
upon everyone that isn’t as wealthy as him.
I wrote this about a boy I knew in school that had
everything he ever wanted in the world, and didn’t have to work for anything. He
is well- known by everyone in our town but he doesn’t know love or anything
about anyone than himself.
Jesicca,
ReplyDeleteI really enjoy reason your piece. I felt like you captured the place you were describing with the details you used. The details really brought the piece to life. On the other hand I did not understand the significance to of the place to you. I also wish you would have described why you chose to write about your piece. My favorite part of your poem was "he is the stares from old women judging the change in the young girl's wardrobe." I truly enjoyed this part because it made me laugh. Your details made this part come to life. Over all good job!
Jessica,
ReplyDeleteYour personification brings together several different types of people: farmers, wealthy housewives, tourists, aging residents, and children. I like how you've contrasted their lives without excluding any of them. Details such as the cars racing through red-lights and making sure that the cops aren't watching, and farmers wearing wade boots because they don't want to get rain in their shoes, provide local character. It's interesting that you decide to focus on one person primarily at the end. Do you feel like his wealth and snobbery represent something that can apply to the whole town's personality?
Jesicca,
ReplyDeleteWhen I first saw this title, I thought of London, England – then found out it probably was not the same. I think you really did a great job at describing this place as the boy. I like how you brought up the change in older people and younger ones, the judgment is strong! It seems as though older fashioned people do not want or accept any kind of change that is coming up today. I also see what you mean about the women with rich husbands – I don’t understand how they can claim so much and do so little for it. Overall I think you did some good writing and very detailed!