The process of this picture taking was hard. some graves had all different designs and letters. I had to pick a word that connected to Oakland. When we got back to school we had to write a poem about what it was like at Oakland. Here is my poem:
Oakland
It was a breezy
autumn day
We had just woke up
from hitting the hay
Hopped in the bus
After showing up to
school
Going to Oakland
Cemetery
Where we might find a Goblin, Ghost, or a
ghoul
All though this might
be irrelevant,
I took my time to salute the confederates
It was dark with a
scent of death
Like an old mans
moonshine breath
the graves as unique as a rock
the graves as unique as a rock
The Jews were buried
as a flock
They buried anything
from birds to bees
Lord only knows what
is buried beneath these trees.
So all as well as I
departed form this place.
As I turned and waved
goodbye to this sacred space
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