Danovan's Writing Portfolio

Current Publishing 

During our poetry unit, we had the privilege to collaborate with graphic design students from the University of Tennessee Knoxville. Each graphic designer set out to design forms and distribute our poems in unique ways that addressed the central message of each poem. Below you can see my poem’s design by Brandon. Enjoy! 

Previous Publishings

As a class we recently finished reading the Gold Cadillac by Mildred D. Taylor. This book tells the story of a Black family during the 1950’s during the civil rights movement. These diaries were written by students from the perspective of one member of this family, either ‘lois, the youngest daughter, father, or mother as the family faces discrimination, segregation, and racism.

I was at the water park me and my mom and moms friends were going to the water park it took 2 hours and we were on a car it took so long. i was so tired i slept we stopped for the lake i was relaxed cuz this lake made me so like a floaty . we made it. we went to take a break of the car then we went the wave pool the waves were giant.every time we walk closer to the end it gets deeper .The  waves hit me so hard i flew back to the surface.  people were surfboarding.  then we went in a water park one for little kids there were two water slides but it was baby friendly. There was  a cave that was a hot tub at the end was so cool cuz you could rock jump. Now the best part of the pirate park there were three water slides it was like a water slide cuz there were a pile of water at the end so we don't get hurt. Then there was a big pirate head, as big as a grown up . It was  shaped like a bucket.  Every minute the pirate drops a lot of water. And it was like a little water park. It sprayed everywhere, it looked like a real beach flood. The water hit me so hard that it pushed us in the miny water slide.  

i was at the park with my bike i had a idea and my idea was to go down a ramp. It was horrible. I had to hold my bike while going up the ramp. My bike was heavy. Finally, I was up at the top of the ramp. It was as high as a wall in my house. I took a deep breath. I pushed my bike down. I went down with speed. The air was strong. It pulled my hair back. I hit a rock. I went up a little bit then down. A little speed came from the tiny rock. Then i could ‘nt steer because I was so scared. And then i crashed, fell of my bike, BOOM! But my bike fell on me. It was a little fun because it felt like a trampoline pushing me down a pool. It was so fun that 

I wanted to do it again but it was time to go back home.