Remember

The words are said: "Our Forefathers died for this country"
the feeling swells inside
swells as if it was about to burst
thinking of all the men hundreds of years ago
all the blood that was spilled
all the bullets that were shot
all the battles that were won
all the husbands, fathers, sons, and brothers that were killed
just so we could be free today
tears of joy and pain were shed
sacrifices were made
America, remember your history!
Be thankful for those that made the ultimate sacrifice
for your freedom
don't forget what made us what we are today
Remember...
Remember

Freedom (c)

By Hannah Overton

I hear the bells ring out

The words send shivers down my spine

Shivers down my arm

The hair on my neck bristles up

FREEDOM!

LIBERTY!

FIGHT!

Shouts ring out in unison

Shouts of revolution

Shouts of justice

Join or Die.

Freedom from tyranny

I wrote this poem after watching John Adams part 2 of the HBO series.

The Passion

Well I've always loved acting ever since I was in my first drama class when I was 11. It was something that I really loved to do. I loved getting nervous before a performance, because I knew whenever I did get up on stage, it would all disappear. And then it would be just me, standing, and pouring emotions out through my lines.
I didn't realize how much I missed acting until I did The Grapes of Wrath radio show in November. It stirred something up inside of me. I didn't even get nervous the night of the performance. I was just glad to be acting again.
And now every time I go see a movie, or watch a movie that I really love, I want to cry. Just because I'm not acting all the time. It may sound silly to some, but it's what I want to do. And when I'm not doing it...I'm not completely myself.
Lately I've been in a completely different world. My mind has been on acting. I try and forget about it for a few minutes, and I just about go crazy.