All the entries had fun answers, so I put all four in a hat and my daughter drew the winning name.
And the Winner is...
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Point of view is the perspective from which a story is told. We may choose to tell our story in
- first person, using "I" or "we";
- third person ("he," "she," "it"), which can be limited or omniscientAs a writer, you must think strategically to choose the point of view that will allow you to most effectively develop your characters and tell your story.
|Here's my response.|
|Campsite, Campfire Pizza, Abe and Dawn|
How long is this 2-hour tour?
During the Civil War, did the soldiers use the monuments to hide behind?
What does the park service do with the monuments during the winter?
How come all the battles were fought on nat'l park land?
|Photo by Toby Hamsher 2011, Cowan's Gap State Park|
Monster ProtectionBy Dawn M. Hamsher
There’s a monster in my room,
But he won’t be my doom.
I imagine him 6’ 9”
With quite a dark hairy spine.
And evil eyes with green glow.
A flicking tail that hangs low.
Huge nostrils blow foul steam.
Breathe like hot onioned sardines.
He hunkers and creeps in the dark.
He waits for my sleep to embark
On his quest to devour my soul.
But I have a plan to unroll.
I’ve hidden it under my cover.
Waiting for him to discover.
It’s something that’s sure to appease
A plate of bologna and cheese.
Snow on the Tombstones
by Dawn M. HamsherSnow on the TombstonesBlanket of whiteCemetery calmIn early dawn light
Stones all snow-toppedStand up by the pinesheavy with powderthat weighs down their sides
All of the headstonesPlaced in straight rowsAre colors of graysThat slumber and doze
I couldn't stop lookingSo lovely a sceneA feeling of peaceof resting serene
"Awright," calls out the evil one with the knotted rope to the mob of us, "what kin any of yiz do?"Do? I wonders. What do we do? We all look around at each other. What does he think, we're all bloody runaway apprentices with trades? Missin' sons of royal houses? What we do is scavenge, beg, and steal--ain't it plain?..."Sir, I can splice a line!" shouts a thin-faced boy, and he's motioned aboard..."...Then another boy calls out, "I'm strong fer me size, Sir, take me!"