having my say

There are alot of things I feel strongly about.  Everyone has an opinion on everything.  There is no such thing as not having an opinion.  One thing that I have a strong opinion about is abortion.  I think it is wrong.  It is the equivilent of murder.  There are always other options like adoption, or even keeping the baby, killing the baby shouldn't even be an option.  Once the baby is conceived, it has a heartbeat.  That makes killing it the same as murdering it.  I don't know who could even think to do it.  If the baby is a mistake, then that's your own fault.  Sometimes you just have to live with the consequences.  You don't even have to keep the baby.  There are so many other options that should come before abortion.  Most people that are pro-abortion, believe there are exceptions.  Saying abortion is okay, is like saying murder is okay.  It's not.

Does Whitman connect to you?

I think I can relate to this poem because the child that the poem is about keeps changing as he gets older.  Everyone changes with age.  His routine changes because he is getting older.  I can relate because as i get older and grow up, there are things in my life that i do differently and that i change.  There are always parts that will always be there and will never change, though.  The boy in the poem is going through is life and showing how things change.  I think this poem can relate to everyone.  Everyone changes everyday, and we have to adjust and include the new changes in our lifestyles all the time.

Emily Dickinson's Garden of Poetry

A bird came down the walk:
He did not know I saw;
He bit an angle-worm in halves
And ate the fellow, raw.

He glanced with rapid eyes
That hurried all abroad, --
They looked like frightened beads, I thought;
He stirred his velvet head
He glanced with rapid eyes
That hurried all abroad, --
They looked like frightened beads, I thought;
He stirred his velvet head
Like one in danger; cautious,
I offered him a crumb,
And he unrolled his feathers
And rowed him softer home
Than oars divide the ocean,
Too silver for a seam,
Or butterflies, off banks of noon,
Leap, plashless, as they swim.

(http://www.online-literature.com/dickinson/poems-series-2/98/)

This poem is about a kind of animal that you could probably find in your own yard.  At first i thought it was about a squirrel, but when i reread it, I realized it can't be a squirrel becuase squirrels do not have feathers. I think she is saying that even though the animal could be scary and dangerous, she is still trying to give it a chance and befriend it.  Don't judge a book by its cover.