Answer:
obituary
Explanation:
your first sentence of obituary has to start with a significant event or attributes of the deceased, to note that the person's impact on the world around them, and acknowledge the the family members or friends that they held dear.
Ex.
The man name Gatsby was a party animal who ended up dying by another, he had changed his neighbor and ex-lover life with his presence.
An obituary be an interesting and compelling - especially if it focuses more on the life lived in on the notice of the death. for many people, their obituary maybe just about the only thing that is ever written about them. The obituary can be the defining statement about the person for the family, friends, and community. An obituary can be read now, and saved for generations. All the more reason to make it lively and significant. Make sure you always include full name or a nickname of the deceased if they had any nickname.
Answer:
is this a riddle or is it a
Dove-twirl in the tall grass. End-of-summer glaze next door On the gloves and split ends of the conked magnolia tree. Work sounds: truck back-up-beep, wood tin-hammer, cicada, fire horn
<span>A. Poetry of Place</span>
My birthplace vanished, my citizenship earned, in league with stones of the earth, Ienter, without retreat or help from history, the days of no day, my earth of no earth, I re-enter the city in which I love you. And I never believed that the multitude of dreams and many words were vain.
D. Poetry of Family
On the days when the rest have failed you, let this much be yours— flies, dust, an unnameable odor, the two waiting baskets: one for the lemons and passion, the other for all you have lost. Both empty, it will come to your shoulder, breathe slowly against your bare arm. If you offer it hay, it will eat. Offered nothing, it will stand as long as you ask. The little bells of the bridle will hang beside you quietly, in the heat and the tree's thin shade. Do not let its sparse mane deceive you, or the way the left ear swivels into dream. This too is a gift of the gods. Calm and complete.
B. Poetry of Spirit
When the black snake flashed onto the morning road, and the truck could not swerve— death, that is how it happens. Now he lies looped and useless as an old bicycle tire. I stop the car and carry him into the bushes.
C. Poetry of Nature
Answer:
a. That she has the mark of a criminal, the fleur-de-lis.
