wolverine

By: William Shelley /12/15/10
　
Wolverine’s height at about let’s say either close or is six feet tall. Then there is his build he is kind of like bulky like very well built you can see his veins when he pulls out his claws. Because of wolverine’s healing factor and his adamantium laced internal skeleton he doesn’t even look any older when he ages. Plus he fought in wwI and in Vietnam also in wwII what else would someone who can’t die because of his healing factor and claws do but fight for his country. Wolverine’s face is kind of ovaly shaped it’s hard to tell because of his hair. His eyes are kind of the same color as mine hazel brown but he also has that mysteriousness about them. Wolverine’s hair is like kind of wavy and really spiky kind of like batman’s ears. His clothes are like scruffy looking because of all the fights he gets into he wears a white muscle shirt with rips in it he also wears blue jeans with a black leather belt that has a first nations chief head buckle.

The Country Side

By: William                                                                                                          Tue.Nov.30/2010

                As we are driving along we see some farms and some old animal barns.  We also see lots of fields and dust.  The colours are so cool because they are so natural.  We can hear the sound of the old tractors the combines.  The wind is cool on my face as we are the only vehicle on the old dusty road.

                The rocks and the dust get shot across the road by the tires.  You can sometimes see the odd little lake and some trees.  The car window is open just enough for dust to get in and it gets in my mouth and stuff.  And my mom always brings snacks and drinks like powerade and Gatorade.

                Because it’s a very long journey to my grandma and grandpa Thomas’ farm.  The hay bails are just about ready to be hauled away for the animals.  The freshly cut grass stuffs up my nose my mom has the same problem.  The sand between my fingers feels like sand paper as it falls between my fingers.  The hay smells fresh right after it’s put together with twine.