Word Art By Eddy

 

 

By Eddy

 

 

We found this story on Eddy's hard drive! When he was very little back
in Clarinda, he wrote a little story called MY BAD DAY after a
storyteller came to the school. We lost it, but this is a more
sophisticated version of that story he wrote when he was just a little
boy, about 8 years old. Gail :-)

Ed Bailey
Drew Heard

I woke up to a beautiful morning only to find out I was lying in a
puddle of water. It isn't what you think. My waterbed had leaked. I was
still groggy when I went to the bathroom. Everything was going fine
until I got a splash all over. There was cellophane on the toilet. To
top it off, the water was turned off, so I couldn't take a shower. I
could tell it was going to be a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.
When I got to the table for breakfast, a mysterious occurrence had
happened. There were red ants on my waffles. Since I'm allergic to
syrup, I had to eat them that way. I got very sick. My mom still made me
go to school, because I had eight tests to take.
I think I'll move to the Crab Nebula.
As I was on my way to school, my Yugo got four flats. All I could do was
sit there as I sailed with my rusty pink and brown Yugo off an
embankment into a river. My life's dreams were flushed down the toilet
along with my homework. I crawled out of the river soaked, and I
hitchhiked home. Just my luck, I had no clean socks.
I could tell it was going to be a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.
When I arrived at school, my shoes were soaked, so I had to wear dress
shoes in gym. I flunked and have to take gym again next year.
During EH, my candy got stuck in the machine. Naturally, I pushed it. My
brute strength was too much for it, and it smashed to the ground in
hundreds of pieces. All of the other students ran over and stole my
candy. I could tell it was going to be a terrible, horrible, no good,
very bad day.
I got into a bloody brawl with a former friend of mine. I got so mad, I
threw a stool at him. I had to sit in the office the rest of the day. I
hope the stool landed in the Crab Nebula.
I was up at the office for lunch, and my friends started a food fight. I
had to watch their enjoyment from the box in the office. None of my
friends got in trouble at all, but I threw a tray full of spaghetti. It
hit the principal directly in the head. Guess who got in trouble?
It was a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.
Since I got kicked out of school, I went to the doctor's office. It was
my day to get a full physical. It turned out that I had a HERNIA!! No
more sports for me.
Next week, I said, "I'm going to the Crab Nebula."
We went to the mall next. As I was riding the escalator, my shoelace got
caught. That ruined my dress shoes. I had to spend all my money to buy
new ones. I yelled at my mom for that. She slapped me very hard. The
Security had something to say about that. She was arrested and put in
jail. It was hitchhiking for me again.
I am having a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.
When I reached my destination of my house, I tried to cook a pizza. It
had spent two hours in the oven before I figured out the power was
turned off. I went hungry the rest of the day. It was at that point when
I found out my mom had to spend the night in jail. I had no money to
bail her out.
My sister came to pick me up to go visit mom. We were almost there when
the car crashed. The brake lines had been cut. Needless to say, we got
in a horribly barbaric accident. We were both rushed to the emergency
room. At the hospital, my supper was ice cream and soda. That gave me a
massive headache.
It was a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.
I wanted to watch my favorite movie when I got home. I had the popcorn
made and the VCR all set up when I found out someone had taped over it
with the opera. I decided to go to sleep after that. When I got to the
couch, there was a Komodo Dragon on it.
It has been a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.
It probably was in the Crab Nebula, too.


 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Name Poem

Bold about the truth when it matters.

Republicans are my favorite politicians.                       

Temper gets me in trouble

Tuesdays are a bad day for me.

Bald as a cue ball

Attitude is not all that good

Idiosyncrasies are something I have                             

Lazy throughout most of the day

Egocentric when it comes to myself

Young like a puppy

 

 Five - Senses Poem

 Anger

Anger is a shade of red that burns through you.                    

Its sounds like a rumbling train,

And  tastes bitter like stomach acid.

It smells like hot steaming lava.

Anger looks like a rabid dog foaming at the mouth

It makes me feel ravenous.

Anger is the blue flame on a fire.

The sound is like an exploding tanker,

And it tastes like burning heartburn in your throat.

It smells like sweat on a boxer.

It looks like heat on a humid day

And feels like a bleeding wound.

Anger is the color of a red hot poker.

It sounds like pinecones popping in a fire

And tastes like a fiery pepper from the south.

Anger smells like hot coals in a fire pit.

It looks like a person going on no sleep for three days.

Anger makes me feel trapped.

Anger is the feeling that rips society apart.

 

Dream Poems

 

1.  I dreamed I was an alligator

     Eating a poodle

 2.  In my dream I was picking apples from a tree

     When a lawnmower started chasing me

     I heard the machine chewing up the helpless blades of grass

     Finally it engulfed me

 

Wish Poems

 

1.  I wish I were a pepperoni pizza

     Filling up a stomach

 

2.  I wish I had a pile of money

     As big as a room

     So I could pay to

     Play all day

 

I Used to Be… Poems

 

1.  I used to be a big fat slob,

     But now I am a sleek, trim machine of a man.

 

2.  I used to be a beautiful towering oak tree in the forest

     But now I am a creatively designed cabinet.

 

Lie Poems

 

1.  Kindness is for people

     Who can’t get along.

 2.  Stars are baseballs

     Hit out of the atmosphere.

 

Blotz   Poems

 

Dankasaurus

 

This is a Dankasaurus.

It lives in doorways, dungeons, driveways, and Dairy Queens.

A Dankasaurus eats dogs, democrats, donuts, and diphtheria.

It likes drowning, dallying, drifting, and dreaming.

It dances, draws, drives, dangles, and depresses people.

Last night a Dankasaurus dropped by and dipped his feet in my pool.

 

Apology Poems

 I’m so sorry

I’ve crashed

Your car

Which  was in the garage.

 The one

You just bought

For a retirement

Present to yourself.

Forgive me,

It was to fast

To dark

And  to cool.

 

Diamente                              Day

                                       Bright, sunny

                          Running, living, sunburned

                   Animals, awake, criminals, roaming

                             Sleeping, snoring, partying

                                    Dark, infinite

                                        Night

 

Butterfly Movements in Aztalan State Park

 By:  Edward Bailey

 

 

The butterfly activity in Aztalan State Park, located in Jefferson County, was quite intriguing on the afternoon of  September 24, 2000.  The temperature on that Sunday afternoon was around 50°F, and it was rather breezy.  When I entered the large field at 1:00 P.M., I had trouble spotting very many butterflies.  Then I had difficulty keeping up with the first couple that I came across.  After that, I spotted a small, whitish butterfly fluttering about.  The wingspan was between roughly one and two inches.  It is possibly a cabbage white, but I am not positive.  It flew around for awhile when I first noticed it.  The actual flight was pretty erratic.  This butterfly would dart off with what seemed like little particular direction.  It turned frequently and formed loops in its flight pattern.  I did not find much predictable behavior as to the physical pattern of flight.  The time of being airborne was pretty consistent, however.  Usually, it would stay in flight for around 30-40 seconds.  This did not vary too much.  There were really only two types of places where this butterfly stopped.  It either  stopped on blades of grass and ceased movement, or it halted on flowers.  The flowers were about four to six inches tall and were purple in color.  The butterfly moved quite rapidly on the flowers, but not at all on the grass.  Most of the stops that the butterfly made were similar to each other in aspects like the flight speed, the landing, and the type of plants landed on.  From my other observations, most of the other butterflies were comparable in flight behavior and stopping behavior. 

            From my observations, the butterfly had two main purposes in its movements.  The first was food intake.  The one butterfly I watched did all of its eating at one time.  I counted 26 consecutive stops at flowers at one point in observation.  These feedings typically lasted between 20 and 30 seconds.  The second main purpose was to stop and rest.  At one point, the butterfly remained motionless on a blade of grass for near twenty minutes.  I was led to believe that this motionless is also a defense mechanism.  When the wings were open, the butterfly appeared white, but with the wings closed and on the grass, the butterfly appeared green.  It was difficult to keep track of at some points.  When I got closer, I could also spot an eyespot on the side.  The camouflage color and eyespot was what made me think that the stopping on the grass was a resting period, as it would not have to worry about predators while resting.  There were several factors that could have had an influence on the butterfly’s activities.  As I mentioned before, it was quite breezy on my observation day.  When the wind disturbed the plant that the butterfly was on, it was time to get up and fly again.  The presence of other butterflies in the area also might affect its behavior.  Once another butterfly flew close to the one I was observing, and the two began to flutter around each other for several seconds.  The flight was rather frenzied at this point.  This possibly could have been some type of mating procedure, or a fight between males.  I know that I disturbed some butterflies when I was running around trying to keep up with my subject. 

            At the beginning of my project, I did not really have a firm grasp on what I was doing.  By the end, I felt much more comfortable out among nature.  I was making more quality observations once I knew what I was doing.  I learned a lot about butterfly behavior just through this simple study.  I didn’t realize how much time butterflies spend resting on the grass.  Before, I thought that they spend more time in the air than they really do.  Also, I was kind of ignorant as to what butterflies eat.  Now I know that they consume nectar from flowers.  Probably the most important thing that I learned from doing this project is how to approach nature when attempting to observe it.  Slow, gentle movements, silence, and patience definitely get much better results than noisy, impatient, and abrupt actions.