2nd Practice: Figurative Language

Chris carries kid's kites

The old man took the handful of dust, and sifted it through his fingers. The starry night sky danced with bright white lights. The fragrance of spring flowers made him joyful. The sound of a drum in the distance attracted him.

Forgive them father for they know not what they do. Forgive them father for they know not what they do.

We shall fight in France, we shall fight on the seas and oceans, we shall fight with growing confidence and growing strength in the air... we shall fight in the fields and in the streets, we shall fight in the hills; we shall never surrender.

A day may come when the courage of men fails, when we forsake our friends and break all bonds of fellowship, but it is not this day. An hour of woes and shattered shields, when the age of men comes crashing down! But it is not this day!

Alone Together

Bittersweet

Saul's psycho sister sells cider

She smelled the scent of sweet hibiscus wafting through the air, its tropical smell a reminder that she was on vacation in a beautiful place.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep, But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep, And miles to go before I sleep.

In every cry of every Man, In every infant's cry of fear, In every voice, in every ban, The mind-forg'd manacles I hear

And that government of the people, by the people, for the people, shall not perish from the Earth.

Don’t act like a Romeo in front of her.

You're a good writer, but you're no Shakespeare