My Grandfather My great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great Grandfather is very old.

The Pig The little piggy, on the farm, Came trotting down the lane, When out in the distance, far away, He saw the farmer coming again. The farmer would move him, he understood, Like he had been moved before, There would be no difference, except the usual, They would feed him a little bit more. The pig was moved from sty to sty, Until he reached the prime of his #life, Then the farmer came for one last time, But it caused the pig no strife. The farmer put him in a lorry, Crammed in with all his pig friends, The cramped, sweaty pigs did not understand, That they were nearing the end.

Looking For Something Whenever I look for something, I can never find it. However, when I look for something else, the thing I was looking for previously is found.

A Story- The First Paragraph I lie on the uncomfortable straw mattress. It pokes me when I move, and it hurts my already bruised body. I can feel the blood surging through my head; making the dizzy feeling I have worse by empowering it with a headache. As the rock band continues playing the tuneless song inside my brain, I try to move, but a new surge of dizziness hits me like a wave. I close my eyes again and silently pray to a non-existent being. Perhaps I am imagining the greenish haze that is forming before my closed eyes. My eyelids go into spasm as I try and open them, and I am graciously greeted with a loss of consciousness.

Harry Potter We have been with Harry, through good times and bad. We have turned every page and folded every corner. We have laughed as Harry did, and cried with him. We are not just fans. We are the Harry Potter generation.