what about peace?

Peace
A word with many meanings
If I could change one thing
Living in peace like room to yourself
Just like Clouds filled of peaceful doves
When lying in bed and thinking to myself
I realize more and more how our society is far from peaceful
If only that could change
Peace
A state in mind
Were you feel its just you in the world
The clearing of the soul and mind
How I wish it could change
Into a pace were we all would want to live
What about peace?

The Three Chickens And The Big Bad Farmer

U may have heard of the three pigs and the big bad wolf, but many of you might not know that this was not the original story. This story was really the story of the three little chickens and the big bad farmer named Reuben Chapman. It took place in a farm on a wet and rainy July day were three little chickens lived in a small fenced area right behind the peach tree in Charlottesville, Virginia. These three chickens had been taken away from their home and stored there against "their will ,by the old" and ugly farmer Chapman. One day after lunch one of the pigs named Richard whispered to his brother.
“Man I’m very tired of that old ugly man Mr. Chapman. If he blows that stupid whistle one more time I’m going to smack the living daylights out of him.”
“I feel you my brother.” said Richard's very intelligent brother Will.
The following night the chickens crawled out of the fence and into the woods were they met Leroy the monkey and Valerie the parrot. They thought of starving to death and being homeless but fortunately they had some help from Valerie and Leroy. Valerie gave all of the chickens some crackers for 4 days and Leroy gave them some bricks, straws, and metal to build themselves some homes to stay in. That night the chickens went to work building their houses. Richard built his house out of metal, Will built his house out of bricks, and Austin being the slowest of the 3 brothers built his house out of straw.
Not much time after ,Mr. Chapman came running into the woods with his lucky penny and his famous gold rope which he used to tie animals up with. He ran passed the parrot and the monkey and arrived at Austin’s straw house.
Mr. Chapman yelled."Austin get your little narrow tail out here before I take off my belt!”
Austin, not being aware of Mr. Chapman outside and his very loud yelling continued to pick his nose and biting his toe nails with his teeth. Mr.Chapman suddenly blew as hard as he could.
BOOM!
And down comes Austin’s house, his newly painted marble ceiling and all. Mr. Chapman kept walking deeper into the woods until he came to the next house which happened to be Will's brick house. Without much question Mr. Chapman ran home and got his big 3700 pound truck which he used to knock Wills house down without breaking a sweat. Lastly Mr. Chapman finds Richard's metal house and runs after it like a dog chasing its tail. He took his hand and continuously knocked on Richards front door until Richard came out and sprayed him with some pepper spray and made him run home crying to his mother. After many hours of searching Richard found his brothers hiding in a mile wide creek. He grabbed his brothers by their rough and pointy textured hair and they all walked home happy as a clown.
As you can see the stories are nothing alike, so whoever made the three little pigs needs to stop making stories and find a job that they’re good at.

Growing up until I was about 14 I never lost anyone to death. Well, not anyone that I knew closely. But, when I was 14 and 6 months before my 15th birthday this all changed. In February of 2007 me and my family found out that my grandmother had lung disease which was caused from her smoking nearly 40 years ago. The worse part about it was that she had been going to the hospital and her doctor for the past 6 or 7 months and all they said was that she had a bad case of pneumonia. I found it hard that I would only be in this earth with my grandmother for the most of 1 year. She was my everything I would do anything for her. Even though she knew her death was nearing she didn’t stop being her normal self. She still bossed us around like she always did and she still cooked up a storm. During that July I also found out that my other grandmother was very sick and wasn’t expecting it passed the week. It was very hard for me to be at the hospital jumping from room to room with 2 people that I really loved and that I knew was dieing. Later that week my grandmother whom I just found out was sick died at home .this was very devastating and I couldn’t really believe it. But this wasn’t no were near done. Nearly 2 months later I was called to the hospital to found my grandmother laying in bed with her heart beating as slow as a turtle. Not being able to handle this I went down to the cafeteria to grab something to eat. On my way back up I thought to myself “how was I going to survive without both of my grandma’s.” when I became face to face with her room door my brother came out and told me that she was gone. I couldn’t help but cry for the entire day and reflect on our good times we had together. It was even harder to go back school like 15 days after that. I couldn’t even start to think of how different life would be. My family revolved around my grandmas and now neither of them were there. It took me nearly a year to get use to of them not being there. Wishing everyday that this all didn’t happen to me. Now I can think of her and how funny she was without breaking out and crying. Many of my family members ask about my feelings about this event but I never release them, I normally like to keep stuff like this to myself. Many of the things I do I always know that these things make my grandmothers happy. They loved me playing the drums and they loved me playing football and basketball. They were very important to me and they still are. I still think of them all the time and life will never be the same without them. They brought so much to my and my families life.