Dear Dirty Joe, 5-5-1855
I am in the North area of Texas. I am running away to Mexico because Mexico is the closest and the owner sold my brother to the south area of Texas. So I could go get him while I'm on my journey. Our feet were covered with mud so they could not track us. We also walked only in the night and in the day we went into the bushes to hide. Our conductor was Mr. smith. I was trembling with fear every second because I could get caught at any moment but I felt excited because I was on a secret mission. I would be a store owner selling bread.
Sincerely, Old Hawk
"Hi Gian! I'm Laura, and I'm from a near by high school.
You're poem is really good. In one of my classes earlier in the year we had to write an "I Am" poem, and we had to write the poem as if we were a character from the story we read!
From the looks of you're poem it seems like you like to read fantasy books!
Do you like to write poetry?"
The reason I liked this comment was it made me feel positive instead of negative. It also shows that I made great blog.