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Student Work 2021
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"Paradise Is Calling"
by Jessica Tompkins
Lush, green grass surrounded by trees with a grassy slope underneath.
A green tunnel of leaves and bark shaded from the sun and off the beaten path.
The tunnel leads into a gentle decent that feet have crossed over and made a trail on
for ages now. Farther down, land that looks like tiny little mountain expanses and divots
where grass barely grows, and the sun bleached soil shows through, the land worn and shaped from the cattle hooves that have trodden over it. A little farther down, a moss bed covers the shallow end.
Finally!
The end. A huge expanse of crystal clear water, that seems to go on for miles, outlined with all kinds of tall trees, stands before me.
I have reached my paradise. Heaven on Earth. The place where I go to think and clear my mind constantly when the weather permits.
I think about paradise often.
Paradise is always on my mind.
When the weather gets clear and the temperature rises, I’ll be there in paradise. Soon.
I’ll have my fishing pole ready!
by Jessica Tompkins
Lush, green grass surrounded by trees with a grassy slope underneath.
A green tunnel of leaves and bark shaded from the sun and off the beaten path.
The tunnel leads into a gentle decent that feet have crossed over and made a trail on
for ages now. Farther down, land that looks like tiny little mountain expanses and divots
where grass barely grows, and the sun bleached soil shows through, the land worn and shaped from the cattle hooves that have trodden over it. A little farther down, a moss bed covers the shallow end.
Finally!
The end. A huge expanse of crystal clear water, that seems to go on for miles, outlined with all kinds of tall trees, stands before me.
I have reached my paradise. Heaven on Earth. The place where I go to think and clear my mind constantly when the weather permits.
I think about paradise often.
Paradise is always on my mind.
When the weather gets clear and the temperature rises, I’ll be there in paradise. Soon.
I’ll have my fishing pole ready!
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Smile For The Camera
by Jessica Tompkins They asked us to smile. They wanted real, happy emotion. Well, this is real emotion. We are survivors. We slave day and day again on this farm. Trying to make a living, trying to feed others, trying to make our family happy. This is real emotion. The best we can do, when it seems us farmers are a dying breed. We are emotion, we are strong. Yes, we seem to be sort of scowling, and very somber too, in this portrait, but you would be too with our life. No matter what, we are proud of what we do, but this work isn’t for the faint of heart. |
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