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Kayaking: A descriptive essay

Hannah O’Malley (Grade 7)

On clear days when we’re done with schoolwork, my mom will order my sister and me to go outside. We’ll tromp out in the afternoon light, unlock the garage door with a struggle, and fetch our orange life jackets and yellow paddles. If, as we click our life jackets on, we can hear and feel an inquisitive wind combing through the trees and brushing our faces with soft hands, we grin and say it will be a good day.

Since our twin kayaks are stored below the house, I always have to a venture there to fetch them. Impassively, they wait like faithful pets in the cold, stale air and the damp, orange sand which seems to be below every house. Ducking my head, I clamber down there, shoving the kayaks to the square of light so that my sister can pull them the rest of the way out, trying not to scrape their sandy undersides on the ground. Then I emerge back into the light, unfolding from the cramped position that the maze of pipes dictated.

Chatting and laughing about th…

Funeral by the Sea

About this poem, Chandler writes, “I recently had the opportunity to go to the beach with my family, and I was inspired to write this poem. I had gone to the funeral of my best friend's great grandmother, and it poignantly reminded me that we are truly composed of dust, and to dust we shall return. I also was greatly cheered that death is a passage into a better world, and honestly, I cannot wait to get there.”

Funeral by the Sea

I stand here now beside the sea,
That presence so awe-filled for me,
But I watched death upon this day,
Reminded once more not all is gay.
Though now I am young and bright,
Someday I’ll be gray, old and white.

Though I now linger here,
A ship awaits on golden pier,
To carry me into the west,
And there I picture life at best.
My mind, like the breaking waves,
Searches for a ship that saves
Me from a watery death.

While yet I can draw a breath,
Remind me, Lord, that I am lent,
And though to this earth I am bent,
A day is coming when I will…

The Cairo Trilogy

The Cairo Trilogy includes three novels by the Egyptian writer Naguib Mahfouz. These novels were published in 1956–57. They follow the life of a Cairo family through three generations from 1917 to 1944. Mahfouz was the first Arab writer to be awarded the Nobel Prize in Literature.

Egyptians regard the hero of Palace Walk, Ahmad abd al-Jawad and his wife Amina as archetypal figures.

In Palace of Desire, attention focuses on their sons, the sensual Yasin and the intellectual Kamal. Kamal is an autobiographical portrait of Mahfouz. Mahfouz describes how he began to write. "I started writing while I was a little boy. Maybe it's because I was reading a lot of books I admired, and thought that I would like to write something like that someday. Also, my love for good writing pushed me."

In Sugar Street the grandchildren grow up and are drawn into the conflict between the Muslim
Brotherhood and the Communists. In this trilogy Mahfouz writes “a history of my country and of mysel…