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("Painted" by me using the program Microsoft Paint)

In the Beginning

I made this for school but I ended up liked it so here it is. 

Its about when the first Americans crossed the land bridge from Russia into whats now Alaska. 

I don't know how true it is but I tried to somehow capture the hardships they went through.

How you like it!    -Zo-bear

" Mother, are we there yet?" I asked. I was getting more and more eager to reach the coast that was said could supply a safe trip south. We had been walking for days but we still hadn't reached the "water path" as I called it.
My tribe had left my birthplace in search of the "new land" when I was only two. After passing through the land that connected this land and my own, we lived happily in the new land for five more years. We had plenty of food and lots of shelter. My brother, Taluk, and I could play it the grasses and catch the green bugs that basked in the sun on the hot rocks by our hut. We were happy... 
But of course our good fortune could not last. Other tribes started migrating there and soon there was not enough game and space for everyone. We decided to head south in hope of a better life.
I gave my mother a poke and pleaded again. Mother sighed and pushed her long brown hair out of her face. Her beautiful eyes looked down on me and she said, " Sayna, Sayna. You must be patient. Our long and suffering journey will not go unrewarded by Aqueena the sea spirit." She sighed again. " Aqueena will present us with good fortune and courage.
I hung my head. I knew she would say something about this. I just wanted to get away from these rocky mountains. They had caused me a great deal of pain. The rocks had cut my feet, turning them pink and making them swell. The cold nights had made sleep run away from me.
I scrambled around a boulder and stepped into a shadow. I looked up to see what was hiding the sun and saw a steep rock slope as tall as three men standing on top of each other. My heart filled with dread. Looked to my left...more cliff. I looked to my right...even more cliff! There was simply no way but up. On any other day I would have happily accepted a steep climb so I could race Taluk to the top. Not today. I was tired of walking and wanted to lie down, but if I did that I might get left behind and get lost.
I looked up again. Five men were already on their way up and one was almost to the top.
Despite my discomfort , I hobbled over the the base of the the wall. I planted one foot on the lowest foothold and started climbing. It took me forever just to get halfway. When I was almost to the top, I looked up just in time to see the girl in front of me reach it. Her eyes got as big as stones and her mouth dropped to her knees. I scrambled up to see what she was looking at. I pulled myself up and looked out.
Oh! The Sea! It was everything I had ever imagined. The wide expanse of blue stretched on for ever and ever. The sun shimmered down on the ocean like a million stars. Yes, we made it! 

We finally made it!

A Musical Girl

I am a musical girl who loves the ocean

I wonder what life will bring for me today

I hear the waves crashing against the shore

I see Fog, Fog, and more Fog

I want to travel the world

I am a musical girl who loves the ocean

I pretend to fly

I feel like a kangaroo

I touch the stars when I dream

I worry for the whales in the sea

I cry when saltwater gets in my eyes

I am a musical girl who loves the ocean

I understand

I say "Holy Mushooginuts!"

I dream of the distant future

I try to be a great  friend

I hope for world peace

I am a musical girl who loves the ocean

A Memoir of Summer...

I put one arm in front of the other. Over and over again. I could feel my arm tighten each time as I cut through the frigid water with my cupped hands. With each stroke I got myself a few feet closer to my distant destination: the Outside. But first I had to get past the massive wall of whitewater in front of me. It loomed forward like a furious monster just waiting to crack. I gave a few more hopeless strokes then leaned over on my right side and flipped myself over...with my surfboard on top of me. Despite my efforts to hold on, the wave shook my hand free and flung my board behind me. The wave then rolled me over and over again. It felt like I was in a giant washing machine. Finally the wave had passed and my head broke through the surface. The sun beamed on my face like a beacon of light. My hand ran itself down my leg and found where it was attached to my leash that connects me to my surfboard. I tugged on it and my board inched toward me. When it was in reach I launched my hand forward and grabbed the tail. In a quick fluid motion I turned my board around and dragged myself up on to it. Thankfully that set had passed and I was able to make it to the outside during the lull.Once I was sure I was safe from the waves I flung my feet forward and sat on my butt and look out toward the horizon.

Thinking on it now, I wonder if I had foreseen that the horizon would soon become bumpy with a new set of big waves; or that one of them would present a perfect left that I would ride all the way into the sand. Or if I would then eat my sandwich on the beach as I remember that perfect wave.

Backpacking Memories

The water tasted of clean metal as AnaMae and I plunged into the freezing cold swimming hole by our new campsite. I blew a stream of small bubbles out of my mouth and headed downward. When I opened my eyes, the water stung bad and then calmed down. I drifted along the edge of the jumping rock gliding my hand over the smooth algae and pointed snails that had attached themselves to the side of the boulder. I dipped my head down and dived to grab a handful of gravel. The stones felt cool in my hand. I spread out my fingers and let the pebbles slip through my fingers so that they glided towards the bottom like a feather glides through air. I could feel the water pushing on my lungs so I sprinted up to the surface and gulped down the air I needed. Then, with a flip of my head I dove back down. The water felt so cool on my filthy body. I straightened myself so that my feet touched the bottom. I calmly walked out of the stream. The swim had felt good and I was now ready to put on some clean, soft, dry clothes. Then I would sit by the fire so the warm flames could try to lick my skin to warm me up, outside in. This had to be one of my happiest moments of the whole backpacking trip.

Sea Cliffs

Trying not to look down, I scrambled along the thin trail that led to the cliff. Directly below the trail there stood a garden of carnivorous rocks. Below that lay the unforgiving sea. I slowly made my way around a tree's enormous root wad. Ferns and white flowers sprouted up from the dirt wedged into the roots and reached up towards the sunlight as if they themselves could outgrow the tallest trees.

By now I had made my way out off the cliffs and entered a whole new ecosystem. The forest was dim except for a few patches of sunlight here and there. It looked as though someone had put a paper bag over my whole world and then randomly poked holes in the bag as to allow light to seep in. All around me it was silent except for the distant rumble of the waves slamming themselves against the shore. I stopped walking and bent down to examine a trillium flower. My hand glazed the petals like you would a Van Gogh, soft and delicate. Its flower was as white as a cloud on a sunny day and the leaves a green as fresh cut grass. Recalling my mission, I jumped up and brushed myself off. I continued for through my mysterious wonderland for a little while longer, slapping away ferns and huckleberry branches as I went. Pretty soon, though, the trees lessened and the bushes grew scarce. As I paced, I noticed how my fantasia transformed and opened up into a panorama of dark sea, dark sky, and dark everything else. I had just come out of the the dim light of the forest only to come out into an even darker storm. And on top of that, it never ended. The looming horizon just kept going and going. Forever.

I snapped back into reality. I had come out on a cliff overhanging the sea. Below me the ocean churned and fought like a mad man. Waves crashed against the rocks and then rushed back out to collide with their brothers and sisters; making a huge CRACK. It was like being right in the middle of a huge, angry thunderstorm. Crack, swoosh, eek, CRACK!

I took a step towards the drop-off. Tilting my head back, I opened up my arms wide as if they were the wings that could fly me to a world other than this one. I took off my jacket and flung it on the wet ground, letting my pale, white nightdress billow in the fierce wind. I closed my eyes, hoping to slip away into another dimension. A place where all of the forest still stood strong, not chopped as cabinets or lawn furniture. Where the air was not so polluted in some places that each breath ignited a fire in your throat. It would be a place where people and animals could live in unison; a place where war is simply a three letter word. That is the place I wished to go...not wished, begged.