American History Looks for Light - A Prayer for the Survival of Barack Obama by Roger Bonair - Agard Discussion Questions: Identify the images used in this poem. You may refer to chapter 2 of Imaginative Writing and your class partner (s) for assistance. Consider how to the images in this poem appeal to the senses of the reader. Identify at least two concrete, significant details. Identify one figure of speech that enhances the ways this poet used images. Be "Reader of a Writerly Kind" In the comments box below, write about one of your favorite images in the poem and why it appealed to you as "a reader of a writerly kind". This answer should only be 2-3 sentences. Best practices include drafting the statement using word software and posting the revised answer into the comments box below.
I have not been to many scary places in my lifetime but the couple I have visited definitely stand out. One place that scared me to my core was an abandoned train maintenance station in my home town. The first time I walked into this train maintenance warehouse I was shocked to see office equipment thrown everywhere along with very vulgar graffiti portraits. This all led to a singular large office room in the back where there were bucket seats from a car and every other imaginable item that could be used as a seat. All of these make shift chairs were organized chaos all forming a somewhat rhombus. After more looking around my friends and I discovered a loft hidden by a white blanket, high up toward the ceiling. One of my friends crawled up and saw nothing but the black causing him to be a little confused. As he felt around he discovered a full bed and one singular chair. As he emerged from the loft covered in pink insulation debris he told us what he had discovered and our immediate impression was someone was living there. We ran out as fast as we could, with the thought of invading someone’s personal space engraved in the back of our head. A week later curiosity had come over my friends and I again as we were near the abandoned train maintenance warehouse, but this time at night. We approached the warehouse with more caution this time. We entered the darkness, illuminating a small path with a singular headlamp. The same Graffiti pieces seemed more alive at night along with the building itself. As we walked on our limp light path we started to approach the eerie back room where at first glance it looked as if people were sitting on the make shift seats. This must’ve been an illusion of the shadows though, as what I thought I saw was no longer there upon entrance. After we convened in the back room with the loft, The same friend from a week earlier volunteered to look up into the loft with the headlamp. As we lifted him up to the loft there was silence. Once He was inside the loft he saw what he had felt the week prior. A fully made bed and a singular chair. As he exclaimed “there’s nothing up here” to us, buckets started moving around all around our feet. I was not entertained but I could not leave my friend in the loft. Everyone else around me ran and panicked. Once they all had evacuated the room the buckets stopped moving. I slowly started to help my friend down from the loft and he innocently asked what just happened. With the fear of god stuck on my face I replied “I have no idea but we need to leave”. After this incident no one returned to the abandoned train maintenance station.
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