World War 1 Poem – Zack

I am running running, must get to the trenches.
The bullets are missing me. I am lucky.
Then, crack!
I feel my blood soak my shirt a bullet is in my back.
I would scream but I am too weak.
I think of my family alone. My son waiting for a father never to come home.
I cry.
No.
This can’t happen.
I must survive, for my son.
I start to crawl the pain is horrible.
I have never been happy to see smoke.
Now I am, the smoke hides me.
I can’t see, I will die.
No! I can’t think like that.
I will return.
I keep crawling.
finally there’s the trench.
I crawl in and scream.
Then I allow myself to cry.

Book talk – Mark of Athena – By Zack

The Mark of Athena is the third book in Rick Riordan’s Heroes of Olympus series. It is about seven kids who are children of Greek gods and goddesses. There names are: Percy Jackson, Hazel Levesque, Frank Zhang, Leo Valdez, Piper Mclean, Jason Grace, and Annabeth Chase. They are prophesied to defeat Gaea and save the world. They go to Rome to stop Gaea’s kids the Giants from destroying Rome (Yes Gaea’s kids are Giants). Annabeth also has to follow the mark of Athena to the Athena Parthenos so they can unite Greece with Rome.

Beowulf story By Zack

Grendel

I was swimming down to the cave with a newly caught deer on my back when I heard the laughter and smelled the happiness. I hated these things even more than I despised the walruses that came to take to the cave. I would react the same way. I would kill them and it would be fun. I swam up. I broke the surface, water spewed up around me. I was in a waterfall. The water cleared and I swam quickly to the shore. The laughter was almost unbearable as I strode up to the source. It was coming from the kings mead hall. “Hrothgar”. I spat the name of the king out. Perhaps he was the most merry king in all of the world definitely in Denmark. For that I hated him.

For I hated all happiness. I am and will be Grendel, The Night Stalker, The Killer of Good, The Hunter of happiness. But too much talk I would kill all, and the king would be no more. I went in. A lot happened at once. Screaming, Men grabbing swords and weapons, Benches being thrown over, and mead spilled like their happiness to the floor. I grabbed the first man to attack me and ate him whole.  I clawed one man in half, ripped one’s head off and went running into the night.

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Beowulf

I had heard the news of the Night Stalker quickly. I wanted to cut his head off for what he did to my uncle. Yes it was I Beowulf Sisters-Son to the lord Hrothgar. People say I have the strength of thirty mortal men. I heard the news from travelers. My men and I Loaded onto my ship to sail. My ship was beautiful. It sails are made of the finest silk that catches the wind perfectly. The wood is the strongest, and finest oak. The sleeping quarters bed’s are the most comfortable in the land, except for the kings. Its figurehead  is solid gold and it sails at sixty Miles per hour.

I was off as quick as I could. My sword brothers and  were there in a day of sailing. When we were there we were greeted by the Coast Warden. “State your name and business?” Demanded the coast warden. “I am Beowulf sisters-son to the king Hrothgar, as for my business, me and my sword brothers are here to kill the monster Grendel.” “Follow me, the king will want to see you.” The Coast Warden said.  Beowulf nodded his thanks. Then he motioned for his sword brothers to follow the Coast Warden to Hrothgar and their greatest challenge yet.

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Hrothgar

I was instantly excited when I heard about the hero Beowulf outside my door. “Bring him in. Maybe God sent him to kill Grendel” I said. My guard left and came back with Beowulf.

“I have come to save you from the monster Grendel,” Beowulf said.

“Thank you for coming” I said. “Grendel will be here tonight. For now let us feast!”

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Grendel

I heard laughter yet again. I thought those idiots learned from their mistakes. I was about to go when my mom said, “Beowulf is up there! he has the strength of 30 men.”
“I don’t believe that!” I said and swam away.

When I got there they were all asleep. I snuck in and ate a man with one bite. A man stood up and grabbed my arm. I couldn’t get him off. I fought and fought. I was tired and my arm was loosening. This man must be Beowulf! No I would not die! I am the Night Stalker, Grendel! I pulled once more and the unbelievable happened, my arm came off in the young heroes hands! I screamed as my blood soaked the hall of Hrothgar. He just got a red paint job I thought. I ran away howling and cursing. The darkness of the night devoured me. I jumped into the water of my pool and my world went black.

 

“The Power of We” By: Zack

Blog Action Day

This is what I think the power of we means:


I think the power of we means working with others to make somewhere a better place. Because if you work alone you probably won’t be able to do something or it will be harder or slower. If you work together you can change things for the better. You could feed the homeless or build houses  for poor people.

 

The power of we means

Working together with others

and helping people