Self-publishing project

    For my self-publishing project, I wrote the poem about my trip under the Rocky mountains. I was impressed by the beautiful landscapes during the trip. So I wrote the poem to express my love to the envrionment and encourage people to having a wonderful trip along the Rocky Mountains.

    The pictures are all taken by me while we were travlling. The tall mountains, blue lakes, lush forests, glaciers all became the important features in my poem.

    First, I printed about 100 pieces of my poems. Then, I showed poems to some neighbors. I also put some poems under the doors of my neighborhood and on people's cars. I went to the UBC Campus to share my poems to. I stick my poems on the notice-board and on the door of some buildings. I posted my poem on the UBC bus station because i think a lot of people wait for the bus there so the chances be seen by people will increases. I also wanted to talk to some people on the way. But they seems to avoid me. I feeled embraced so i gave up this idea. After all i made a video and i put it on the YouTube for people to read my poem.

    Above all, I shared my poems to some people but not reach my expect. And I believe next time i can do it much better. I really enjoys this project and I learned a lot from it.

Trip under the Rocky Mountains

A dilapidated bus,

Along the ice melting highway,

Moving faltering.

Mighty mountains

Stands besides us,

Cannot see the end.

Verdant Emerald lake,

Like a mirror,

Large and small.

The rivers used to surging,

Now were covered by the thick ice.

Only the flowing water

Seem to honor the past times.

European-style town

Floppy living habits

Welcoming visitors from all parts of the world.

A dilapidated bus,

Along the ice melting highway,

Moving slowly.

Poem to a mockingbird

Mockingbird, mockingbird,

Who are you?

Are you an outstanding performer?

Are you an excellent singer?

Mockingbird, mockingbird,

Why are you singing?

Are you crying for the loss of friends?

Are you calling your company for sharing foods?

Mockingbird, mockingbird,

Why are you singing?

You are expressing your feeling,

You are passing happiness through your singing.

Mockingbird, mockingbird,

Who are you?

You are the symbol of the innocent.

You are the bright we need to protest.

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Poem to Bob Radley

At first,

When we heard the legends adults said.

We think you are a terrifying ghost,

only appears when there is a frost.

We think you are a cryptic mystery,

it is impossible for us to see you during the day.

But when you saved our life without much word,

we know that you are a justice guard, 

wrong things are not allowed in your mind.

We know that you are a friendly person.

Helping others is the right thing in your version.

Poem to Dill

Our best friend,

How is your life these days?

We missed you very much!

I will always remember the days

we tried to enter Boo’s place

to see how does he look like.

I will always remember the days

we played different roles of people

to spent the summer time.

And also

I will always remember the promise

you made to me that

you will marry me one day.

I am waiting.

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Poem to Mrs. Dubose

An old lady

lived in a big house

with a Negro girl.

Most time in bed

cause she was ill.

The way we greeting,

the way we call

the way we act

all made her mad .

To show respect

We ignore that .

cause this was what father said.

What she said isn’t

pleased to the ear.

We read books

as punishment

for destroying her plant .

In her house

we saw her pain,

Horrible illness

made her worse .

Got her permission

stopped our work .

Weeks later

heard news .

Sorry to knew

she has gone .

Passed in peace:  Mrs. Dubose.

Poem with questions

When we had air-rifles,

Atticus said

it is a sin to kill a mocking bird.

Did not know what they can do.

Only a kind of bird singing all day long .

Obey it,

as father said .

But still don’t know why.

Asked Miss Maudie

she told me that

what my dad said is right

 a mocking bird did nothing

but sing their hearts

out for us.

Oh,

I still don’t know why!