50 POINTS !! CAN SOMEBODY ME WRITE A POEM ??

I ALREADY HAVE THE STUFF YOU NEED TO WRITE ABOUT JUST LET ME KNOW IF YOU CAN

just comment “ill help.”

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The clouds covered the sky on that horrid morning

As the day declined  

The hours ticked by without a peek of the sun

In Kokura, the world war II raged on as men fell and women wept

For they did not know what happened in Nagasaki

August 9th was the tearful day

when the bomb hit the dry crusted brown earth.

All 10,000 pounds blasted down  

With a horride BOOM!

The earth shook and the trees bent as

22- kiloton blasted through the country side.  

Bomb after bomb hit this worn out land  

What was one more to make a dint in this earth

As my pa told me long ago how much hate is in this world

This is one more burse that sits in the history books

Sits in the mournful history on the shelf

Working its way into the few minds who read it

Even then few understand it.

Close your eyes for a second and imagine

Imagine standing in a field of sunflowers  

The petal gleaming in the sun  

Your toes digging themselves in the moist dirt under your feet

Looking up you feel the sun peeking through the clouds

Smiling upon you  

All around you the earth its beautiful in its own little way

In the corners of the sky the blue is peaking out slightly  

In the distance you hear the fire of guns exploding  

You wonder to the back of your mind hypnotized by the firing.  

Then you see it the bomb  

You see the sun shining off its shiny plutonium body

Slicing through the air  

Coming down on the beauty of the earth  

You feel the terror sink into you know you can’t do any  

For this is your imagination

As it kisses the earth with its killer flare

As it explodes sending fragments of earth around you  

After a minuet the ash settles  

You start to cry for all around you is destruction

The sunflowers are gone the green grass is gone  

All that is left is the sadness of the earth

The blackness and the orange and red fire  

Burning the charred ground.

Then you understand  

Understand the heart break and destruction this brings

Understand the hate this brings to the to the land

Then you understand the hurt.

Explanation:

Hope this is good

should you be the one doing this journal entry? it says "your special talent or skill". are you gonna lie 'bout your talent and make us fake a talent for you?

also this is a really easy journal entry, you can just think of a skill your good at and write did you work hard to become good at this skill (ex: drawing, writing, math, playing music, etc.) or does it come naturally (like a cool trick that you can do with your body). you can do all of that in 150 words. just try and think of a talent and even if your bad at this talent just say your working hard to become good at it.