Jamie's Blog Post

Unlocked 

In Springdale, MI, privacy wasn’t too much  of a custom. Not at least after we got our new mayor. The new Mayor Locklin made it so that we had to share our business with other people. He thinks that he’s doing good for doing it but he’s not. The new law that he established was the law of entry. The law of entry is when basically anyone can go into anyone’s things and even houses. He says that our area is too safe for locked door on houses, like we live the U.S., not Dubai. Today I in class, I was sitting next to this kid that I’m not very fond of. Said kid was trying to pick a fight with me, I did not wish to do such thing, I did try to say something that would make him stop. But no he decides to go in my bag and get my journal. That was very embarrassing and I really stop carrying it around. But now I can’t even do anything about it because he allowed to take my stuff because of law so the teacher just sits there. The kid doesn’t feel worried about me doing anything because he knows that I don’t value the rules of Mayor Locklin, I’m better than that. I would say that most people in Springdale agree with me, mostly it’s just the criminals and bullies that act on this law. Locklin and group of people think that this law will show the other county’s how much more safer we are by basically making room for more illegal activity to take place.

Erin's Blog Post

Erin Kang

“rumor”

they say that

a galaxy of endless

stars and planets

live in her eyes

when you stare at them

you get lost

and can’t find your way back out

they say that

her extravagant hair crashes like the waves

that come up on the shore

and it has an aroma

of the salty sea

when you smell it

you get lost

and can’t find your way back out

they say that

her skin is made

of silky rose petals

and is as smooth as honey

when you feel it

you get lost

and can’t find your way back out

i wouldn’t know

if any of this were true

because she is just a rumor

Claudia's Blog Post

Faces plumb with grief. Struggling to restrain the turmoil inside. Bowed heads hiding shameless tears of loss. Broken faces. Bruised inside. Mourning. 

The faces of those who felt empty, knowing the one they loved so dearly would now only exist in their memories and inside the silver casket before them. 

Funerals. 

Anthea had always hated funerals. Ever since she was young, she had been to a plethora of somber funerals for those she once knew. First, for her great grandfather, when she was at the ripe age of 6, mostly confused, surrounded by the mourning. She had barely even knew him.

When she was 11, she attended funerals for her father and mother.

The concept of death was still new to her, it’s shocking permanence.

Her hazel eyes were wet with tears, her hand grasping her older brother’s like it were a lifeboat.

But now, she didn’t know what to feel.

Sitting defeatedly at the pew looking around to see the handful of faces spread across. One...two...three...four people. Four people altogether in the lines of seats.

Their faces were the same as hers. Confused. Indifferent. Numb. Her aunt, her brother and his girlfriend. 

Four people.

A bit disappointing. 

Especially when you were presumably the one in the casket.

Sanae's Blog Post

                                                       The Spirits Among Us 

      Sanae Young

           All homes are not as they appear. The air was crisp and thick like freshly made fudge. As we rode through our new neighborhood in Boston Massachusetts, with wide eyes and open minds the house came into view. Approaching the house, I soon realized that there will be lots of new memories made in the years to come. And then I saw it!

        I practically leapt out of the car and bolted to my brand-new front door and through my back door to my new yard. I stopped dead in my tracks, the air went from crisp and cool to foggy, thick and sad. I could almost hear the trees gasping for water. Gazing around the yard, my eye falls on a broken down, ragged pink and white child’s bike. I turn to ask my parents about the bike, it is obvious that they are on the phone and unpacking with no thought to where I am, or what I am doing. Once again, they don’t see me as if I am a ghost in their lives.

      As my head lifted, there was a rickety, thorny brownish wood fence at the back of the yard. I was drawn toward the fence, and as I drew my hand along the top of it splinters slipped into the palm of my hand feeling like my hand was paralyzed. When the fog cleared suddenly there was an old bald man wearing a ripped green flannel shirt and torn maroon pants with a dirty face walking toward me. He moans and whispers his concern through a plethora of questions about where Jamie has gone. I explained that there is no Jamie living here, my name is Katherine.

       The old man cried out, “ the house has bad spirits you need to leave the home immediately”. I relayed to the gray man that there are no bad spirits in this house as I became apprehensive of what the man was going to do or say next. Suddenly, the old bald broken human that was once standing in front of me was floating in the air completely iridescent. I could not believe my eyes, I was in utter disbelief.      

       Then I awoke from my slumber out of breath jumping out of my covers. Just as my eyes focused I realized that I was in the comfort of my bed. I slowly stepped out of my bed and looked around my room. Everything looks normal but I decide to walk down stairs just to make sure. While I walk down the freshly painted steps I see my mom packing boxes. Baffled, I quickly gazed over the downstairs of my house waiting for an explanation. Abruptly I stop. All I see is the glimpse of a pink and white child’s bike. All homes are not as they appear.

Melanie's Blog Post

I was not born and raised in the Philadelphia region. A few years ago, my family and I relocated here. To say that we have loved living here is an understatement; the breadth and depth of cultural,  educational, healthcare and gastronomical offerings are well beyond what we could possibly have imagined. But most importantly, the diversity and warmth of its citizens renders the “City of Brotherly Love” the best place to live on the planet.

With all its strengths, however, Philadelphia is not perfect. Too many of its citizens lack the financial, educational and other resources to extricate themselves from the vicious cycle of poverty and access and augment Philadelphia’s incredible offerings. From what I have read, without intervention, this situation is not likely to improve very much because Philadelphia is not attracting as many large companies or growing its tax base as much as are other large cities. It seems that engaging people like myself to help improve the living conditions and resources for  Philadelphia’s poor and appeal to young adults and businesses to relocate here will be pivotal in elevating Philadelphia.

Jamie's Blog Post

Refugees

by Jamie Gibson

Home.

Sitting by a cackling fire, talking to your family.

A place that is yours.

A place to stay safe.

Safety that everyone has.

Or do they?

Think.

For a second, for a minute.

About being in a position.

About endangering yourself.

You either flee or risk it all.

Would you want this to be you?

America.

Home of the brave, land of the free.

Accepting of race.

Accepting of religion.

Scared of ‘problems’ that refugees may cause.

Does that sound brave to you?

Carlyne's Blog Post

City Sounds 

By Carlyne McGurk 

liquid gold leaves a trail 

from the wooden window panes 

to the ivory bedside. 

as the afternoon gives away,

tinting the cream room 

a shade of honey happiness.

the lilac pink sky 

fades into a tangerine 

as the yellow sinking sun 

dips his head beneath the sunken earth.

leaving way for his silver sister to 

peak her head over 

the sleeping French Quarter. 

music dances through 

the indigo sky,

slipping in through the walls.

sounds of the city 

slowly fall into a sleep.

Nyshea's Blog Post (1)

If you try, you can
if you would, you will
If you think, you know
If you guess, you're right
If you do, you will continue to do.

Allen's Blog Post

The sad arc of a cockeyed shot and lights reflecting from one unbalanced lad loose upon this court are unnerving things for any man to watch. 

                                                                               There exist five unraveled ends out there twining around the brown locus of our bouncing eyes, lurching at ragged ends, stitching coo-coo quilts with warped crochet needles.

                                                         A machine is gremlin ridden, the bobbin wobbles and the stands are pincushions beneath both buttocks.

                                                                            Not even crossed fingers help.

                                                                                                                              What if the world were to wind in such fashion?

                                                And what if it does? What it that ball were a brown world whirling along propelled by a rheumatic Arm, aimed with rheumy Eyes, zagging in voids? I realize that the shot didn’t fall in as it left my bare hands.

                                            

Luke's Blog Post

Introduction to Determinism vs. Free Will:

When most people take a step back and look at the world, considering why people do what they do in the grand scheme of things, there are two concepts that should be taken into account. Most people probably know about, and are raised in a system which supports the concept of free will. Free will is the idea that people have absolute control over their actions, and will behave the way they do regardless of internal or external factors. Demonstrating the existence of free will is similar to demonstrating the ability to see colors. It is a sense that exists within everyone, that one must bear responsibility for one’s actions. That one has control over what they do and what they think. When one raises their arm because they decided to, that should prove that free will is the one and only answer explaining  people’s behaviours. Right?

On the contrary, there is a more unsung concept that explains people’s actions. This is the concept of determinism. Determinism is the notion that there are various determinants, or rather factors that lead to a certain behavior. For example, a child who is a victim of domestic violence often grows into an abuser himself, or a child growing up in an impoverished country could possibly be indoctrinated into the military and taught to kill as a child or adolescent. Determinants (those who subscribe to determinism) believe that every situation has a cause and effect. A person that behaves the way they do is a product which results from some kind of event or a multitude of events that have happened previously in their life. The most fundamental evidence to support this concept is that we live in a deterministic world. Everything that happens in the outside world has a cause and effect. For example, if someone drops a rock, that rock will fall to the ground. Cause and effect. What makes the human brain any different?

Most corporations and systems found across the world, are run on an individualistic approach (Free Will). The idea that when someone acts in an unfavorable way, they are entirely culpable for their actions and should be punished. For example, when people perpetrate some sort of evil act they can be sentenced to prison. Prisons are founded on the idea that people are entirely culpable for their actions and should, when they commit a transgressive act, be punished. However, when one views the world in a way that people are not entirely culpable for their actions, and there are determinants that may lead someone to exhibit some sort of behavior, it may become apparent that there should be some sort of rehabilitation offered to these so called perpetrators. Medicine is viewed in this same sort of light. The difference between determinism and free will runs parallel to the difference between medicinal care and public health care. Medicine looks at curing people at an individual level, while public health looks at what factors could be affecting the population and how can people be helped on a grander scale.

Finally, this is not written to criticize people’s view on free will. It is simply written as a challenge for people to view the world in a different light, and consider the various circumstances that everyone faces. People are affected by factors in different ways, and that is something people should keep in mind. It is difficult to define either free will or determinism as absolute truths. The point to be made is, in a world that predominantly subscribes to the concept of free will, determinants, and the factors leading to choices should be taken into consideration. 

Cora's Blog Post

This is Friendship

I need you here with me

With you is my favorite place to be 

We root for each other with every step

I hope you know I’m always grateful

This friendship blossoms through every day, I promise it will never wilt

Roads weren’t made to walk alone

We take our time and smell the flowers, a symbol of our bond

Fragile and sweet and never ending

We’ll always be the first

To see us through it all

Three of us together forever

All remaining ceaselessly thankful

Endless support from every member

Of this sacred league

One thing I know to be especially true

You also need me there with you

Emma's Blog Post

The Legend of Kitsune – Emma Harding

In a time long ago in a place far away lived a little girl named Rika Yume. She lived in a small, but
comfortable house at the edge of the forest with her father, mother, and older brother. The forest was
the mother of many mysteries, giving birth to many local folklores passed around. There have been
many stories born from it. One such, was the legend of Kitsune. Rika’s older brother always told her
stories about the Kitsune, much to their parents’ chagrin. One night, as her father was turning out the
light in her room he said...“Rika, you don’t believe all that Kitsune stuff your brother is telling you, doyou?” Rika turned to her father, and simply said, “Don’t you?”

The following day, Rika decided to look for the Kitsune herself. Sneaking out while her family was
running errands, she made her way into the mysterious woods. The forest seemed so beautiful. She was surrounded by enchanting greenery and the melodic sounds of birds everywhere. The sun gently shone through the leaves as Rika traveled deeper into the lush wood. Lost in the breath-taking scenery Rika suddenly heard a twig snap. As she whirled around startled, another realization suddenly hit her. She was lost. She looked around, desperately trying to see if anything looked familiar. Every path looked the same. “Will I ever get back home? Will I ever see my family again,” she began sniffling to herself? Suddenly tired, she sat down, buried her head in her knees and sobbed quietly.

The bushes rustled around her. But Rika didn’t even look up. All she wanted was to get out of this scary forest and go home. She felt something softly touch her hand. Thinking it was a bug, she recoiled it quickly, but then saw what it was. It was a rose. A beautiful velvet rose, boasting a strong white outline, and luscious silk-red petals. It was a rose unlike any she had seen before. Rika looked up and to her astonishment there sitting right in front of her, was the mythical Kitsune. It had captivating coal like black eyes, cherry red cheeks, small tufted ears, red paws matching its cheeks, and the brightest snow-white fur coat she had ever seen. Glancing at its tail in continued wonderment Rika saw it was ringed in an array of colors. First red, then orange, yellow, green, blue, periwinkle, indigo, purple, and pink. “Wow,” was all Rika could say to herself as she continued to stare!

The Kitsune sat up and walked slowly towards her. Rika stood transfixed. The Kitsune gently nudged her arm and turned in one direction. Rika stood up; the Kitsune started to walk along a chosen path. Rika it wanted her to follow, cautiously did so. From time to time the Kitsune would glance over its shoulder to make sure Rika was still following. After what now seemed like a short walk the Kitsune stopped at the edge of the forest. Rika stepped up beside it and there in front of her was her home. The Kitsune had led her home. She gasped in delight as she could hear her parents and brother calling her for her. Rika started to run towards their voices then stopped and turned towards the Kitsune. She knelt in front of it as the mythical creature sat down. “Thank you,” whispered Rika, cupping its face in her hands, and giving it a gentle headbutt.

The Kitsune nuzzled her cheek. She smiled and ran back to her family with open arms. Her father
scooped her up. “Where were you,” he asked? “In the forest,” replied Rika. “Why were you out there?” “More importantly, how did you get back?”asked her dad. Rika looked at her brother and smiled. “It guided me.” “Who?” asked her brother She looked towards the forest as her family followed her gaze. “The Kitsune. The Kitsune guided me home!” The family stared at the Kitsune flabbergasted. It stared back. It barked a seemingly happy bark, then turned and quickly dashed back into the forest. It was gone almost as quickly as it had appeared. And so the story of the Kitsune was no longer folklore to the Yume family. It was now part of history. The Yume family history.

Luke's Blog Post

My eyes fluttered open to the shrieking sound filling my room. Adrenaline shot through my body as I raced to my feet. My once-perfect bed sheets now lay sprawled across the floor. I flew into the hallway to find my parents already halfway to my room. 

“Mom-” I began to yell, but my sentence was cut short. The house was shaking now, and with a crash, the ground below me ceased to exist. My footing was lost and I plummeted to whatever would find me below.

Pain shot through my body the second I touched the ground, however the adrenaline stimulated me to rise to my feet. I hit the ground running, barely acknowledging the rubble behind me, which had once existed as a stairwell. My legs carried me to the front door, where my hand twisted the knob, opening me up to the outdoors. It was anarchy. Cars sped rampantly down the streets, paying no mind to the signs which had once controlled them. Fire rained from the open pure blue sky. The trees, which had once embodied this homestyle neighborhood, were in a blaze. I had stopped in my tracks to gaze upon this scene. Suddenly, a feeling washed over me, as the realization of the whereabouts of my parents hit me. I began to turn around, as to backtrack, when my eye was caught, and my attention turned. Up in the air, at the height of a low-flying plane was what appeared to be an aircraft, although the only evidence leading to this being an aircraft was its capability to fly. The similarities ended there, as this structure lacked wings, and was shaped into almost a triangle. --And it was not the only one. Maybe a dozen flew throughout the sky, spewing the fire rain where they went. Almost instantaneously, my eyes locked into a fragment approaching me from the aircraft. With only a second to react, I threw myself to the other end of the porch. The fire rain hit the ground next to me, bursting the porch into flames. My vision began to blur, and I was overcome with fatigue. I tried to get up but my legs wouldn’t let me. The adrenaline was gone. And then everything was black...

Trevon's Blog Post

This is what you would call “based on a true story.” I had just gotten off work at Burger King, my summer job. My friends Ayden and Levi got off at the same time and since it was a fairly nice day, we wanted to enjoy the uncommon weather. As we wondered how to enjoy it, I suddenly realized that we should play some basketball at a local park. We all thought it was a great idea and we headed to the courts. When we got there, we realized that because we worked the early shift, most people were still asleep when we got off, so we decided to play amongst ourselves instead. It was a close game, but Levi won by a mere two points. The day was still young when the game ended so, we decided to walk to another court, and hope people would be there. Fortunately for us, there was a group of teenagers present playing basketball. They didn’t seem to be very good players, so we thought it would be an easy game to win. THIS WAS ABSOLUTELY NOT THE CASE! We got our butts literally handed to us because we took the game too lightly. The opposing team decided to “retire” after beating us, so they could hold onto their 1-0 against us. We ended up leaving on a loss, but we surely didn’t let it get to us. We decided from now on, we would be on a “revenge tour” and would win all our next games. There is NO way we will lose next time… right?

Brielle's Blog Post

The Black Man

By: Brielle Watson-Wood 

The black man

A product of divinity 

Strung through the thrones of the rose bushes to be pricked and plucked

thrown back to the starting line because as soon as you get to the finish line 

prospering the next level the game operator resets the game and sends you right back to the starting line 

Because it was written in code: never let the black man prosper

Never let him win 

add drugs as a mini game in the process maybe sex or alcohol

No matter what never let him win 

let him see the finish line but never pass it 

Send police at his feet 

Lock him up if he makes it to close because that means he’s smart 

And we don’t want that 

No no no we don’t want that

he’s not supposed to win it’s written in the code

Asiyah's Blog Post

I was on my bed singing along to the song that played on my radio while doing my homework. “Ain't no mountain high enough, Ain't no valley low enough, Ain't no riv- hey what the heck are you doing!?!” I yelled turning to my annoying little sister Tammy, who had turned my radio off.

“Your boyfriend's outside,” she said with her everlasting attitude. “Boyfriend?” I asked looking at her crazy. “Yeah, boyfriend - don’t be playing dumb now, acting like I don’t be seeing you and the boy from down the street all hugged up on each other. Mama know you got a boyfriend?” she asked.

I rolled my eyes at her, got up, walked to the window and there he was, Khalil Shabazz, but everybody on the block called him Junior even though he wasn’t a junior. I think it's because he looks so much like his daddy. We met a year ago when my Mama, Tammy, and I moved on the block. Now here he was in front of my house, sitting on the hood of a shiny red 1965 Ford Mustang convertible, fiddling with his fingers. 

“Wow.” I gaped at the beauty of the car. I opened up the window and screamed “Khalil Shabazz!” He looked up at me smiling. “Wassup, Laura?’’ he asked, laughing at my shocked face.

“You like?” he said, running his hand over the hood. “What white person car you stole?” I asked, not believing what I was seeing. Sucking his teeth, he said “Now you know I bought this with my hard earned money. Now come down here and look at this beauty up close.” He didn’t have to tell me twice. I was down the steps and out the house in no time.

“It’s even more pretty up close,” I said, mesmerized. Khalil just laughed. “How can you afford this?” I asked looking in his eyes. “You know I been working at my dad’s job full time ever since I decided to take a gap year. Also, it's an older model, so it’s cheaper,” he explained. “But you know what I can finally do this.” He said with a smirk. “What?” I asked with a smile on my face. “Take you out on a date.” He said. My eyes widened in shock. He walked to the car door leaning over and pulled out a bouquet of flowers. 

“I’ve known since a year ago I wanted to take you out. But what stopped me from asking then was the thought of taking the prettiest girl ever on a date in the back of my dad’s truck.” He said handing me the flowers. “So what do you say now about this Friday?” He asked with a nervous smile. I kissed his cheek “I will see you Friday.” I said turning around and walking to the door. I opened it and walked inside. I waved one more time before closing the door. Pressing my back on the door I smelled my flowers, and had a permanent smile on my face.

“I knew you had a boyfriend!” Tammy yelled. “Quiet!” I yelled back as I ran up the steps and flopped on my bed. I turned the radio on again, put the volume on blast and laid there and imagined all the fun I was going to have on Friday night.

Zuza's Blog Post

‘Of Times Forgotten and Remembered’ - Zuza Jevremovic

Not too long ago, in a time which, but for the gap of a single generation, would still have been present, there dwelt in the woods an old marten. He was known to the local children as Briscoe, and in his boredom he would declare it his birthday and invite them to his cabin for a drink. Often it was Meles who went, for he knew the old beast could work wonders. He had lost the front axle of his old wagon once, and been unable to locate it despite his olfactory abilities. But when he visited Briscoe that evening, the marten had taken a timeworn chest from the back room and removed from within the lost axle. In his later years, Meles recounted the tale to his cubs, who listened enraptured. “I don’t suppose he’s around anymore, though,” muttered his son when the story had finished. “One wouldn’t think,” Meles replied. But it was hard to know with Briscoe.

In an age far more distant in history, tethered to the present by Mammals’ oral tradition, a badger named Brokkos roamed the countryside. Whether he was the substance of legends or legends were the substance of him was knowledge lost to beast, but hero or not, he managed to survive in memory, which was more than could be said for most of his contemporaries. And even if this memory persisted mainly among badgers, it spread itself as stories were told and the name of Brokkos was bestowed occasionally upon cubs. A fate like Brokkos’ was yearned for by all beasts, and so one day a young badger bearing his name carved a word on a tree and hoped someone might see it.

Far, far back, when the world was sundered into isolated fragments and each land was wary of its neighbors, a gharial waltzed into the public eye with a smile for all and a head full of questions. When asked whence he came, he said only from the world; he belonged at once to no realm and to all of them. Some claimed he had been sent over the great ocean from a mysterious land across the globe; others said he had risen from a vast maze of caverns depths below ground. And then there were some who insisted he had descended from the very stars themselves, for it was, eventually, thither he returned. Dawn had met him in the early years, before his public emergence, and she said he had spoken, in those days, of a salamander and a coelacanth. Perhaps, then, one of them knew whence he’d come.

And then there was a time even earlier, a time before Brokkos and Gavialis, before stories written and oral, before history and civilization. There existed no records of it, but it surely must have happened, having shaped the future so. In the days of the Primitives, someone- or multiple someones, all thinking individually- asked questions that had never been asked before. They were not questions of food or predators, of family or dwelling place, but more questions of “Who am I?” and “Why is the world the way it is?” The latter, so all-encompassing, was left to engage posterity until the end of the time, but for the former, the answer must have at some point been decided to be ‘Beast’. And yet, the precise meaning of this answer was often pondered by future generations, which wondered what defined that word and whether anyone had ever actually known in the past (for things had been simpler in the early days). 

But perhaps there exists something in the minds of beasts, of Amniotes and Amphibians alike, something like a kiwi’s wing or a whale’s hip, hidden beneath the surface and forgotten for what it once was. Something to remind all of who they used to be and who they still inherently are. And perhaps sometimes this thing blinks in the darkness and wakes briefly from hibernation, so that one may understand, if only for a moment, what it means to be Beast.

Clair's Blog Post

DREAM - Clair Cardea

walk down the corridor...

run your hand along the granite wall.

admire the flickering lights attracting insects.

your footsteps echo throughout the empty hallway.

you notice the hall getting longer and longer.

suddenly, a bright light blinds you.

your eyes squeeze shut.

you open them again, batting your eyelids.

you've come upon a field of millions of daisies.

you step back 

being greeted by a cliffs edge.

you fall for an eternity.

another bright light shines onto your face.

you rub your eyes and open them.

sunlight illuminates through your silky curtains.

you look around, no daisies, no corridor--

but realize it was nothing but a dream. 

Hello Project Write friends, family and fans!

We kicked off our 2019 summer camp today with a visit to the Liberty Bell and a Pantoum Poem activity. A pantoum poem is a type of found poem. In our case, students blended lines they read in the Liberty Bell Center with phrases and comments they overheard from other guests and visitors. The 'found' lines were then arranged into 4-stanza poems following a specific set of guidelines. Check out our writers' work and I think you'll agree that they created some powerful pieces!

Carlyne McGurk

As strong and durable as the bell seems . . . it is fragile and easily damaged.

Like that of liberty itself.

Look at the words at the top

Proclaim liberty throughout all the land onto the inhabitants thereof

Like that of liberty itself

How loud is too loud?

Proclaim liberty throughout all the land onto the inhabitants thereof

It just echoes a lot

How loud is too loud?

I want to get closer to it

It just echoes a lot

Get closer, look around

I want to get closer to it

Look at the words at the top

Get closer, look around

As strong and durable as the bell seems . .. it is fragile and easily damaged.

Erin Kang

The world famed liberty bell

Ring it till the young arise

That the whole world shall be free

That’s cool, right?

Ring it till the young arise

Just wandering around

That’s cool, right?

Where is the trash can?

Just wandering around

Thank you

Where is the trash can?

Smile

Thank you

That the whole world shall be free

Smile

The world famed liberty bell

Emma Harding

It is very fragile and easily damaged

A very significant symbol

Ring it till the slave be free!

Did you kick them off?

A very significant symbol

This way!

Did you kick them off?

Come here!

This way!

That hurts!

Come here!

Say thank you

That hurts!

Ring it till the slave be free!

Say thank you

It is fragile and easily damaged.

Clair Cardea

A very significant symbol for the entire democratic world

It’s so crowded here - the bell sure is popular

Ring loud that hallowed bell . . . ring it till the slave be free

You just wanna see it right away, huh?

It’s so crowded here - the bell sure is popular

I don’t see a gift shop

You just wanna see it right away, huh?

. . . . for freedom sleeps on freedom’s shore

I don’t see a gift shop

I wanna take pictures but I’ll be in the way

For freedom sleeps on freedom’s shore

Go ahead. Look, everyone’s taking pictures

I wanna take pictures but I’ll be in the way

Ring loud that hallowed bell . . . ring it til the slave be free

Go ahead. Look, everyone’s taking pictures

A very significant symbol for the entire democratic world.

Trevon West

Yo seed!

Take this flick

Thank you

You too can help

Take this flick

What are you guys looking at?

You too can help

Just in case you lose your balance

What are you guys looking at?

Proclaim liberty!

Just in case you lose your balance

Even the young people don’t have trouble

Proclaim liberty!

Thank you

Even the young people don’t have trouble

Yo seed!

Allen K. Jones, Jr.

Liberty bell cheesesteaks

Including liberty bells

Pass and stow

Take this flick

Including liberty nails

You a goat

Take this pick

Assembly like Benjamin Franklin

You a joke

Taking photos

Assembly like John Adams

Bell is hidden

Taking Fotos

Fast andslow

Bell is driven

Liberty bell cheesesteaks

Lucas Jackson

Take this flick

Wait up son

So this is the liberty bell

This guy is the true son of liberty

Wait up son

The liberty bell attracted huge crowds

This guy is the true son of liberty

The liberty bell is a ‘very significant symbol’

The liberty bell attracted huge crowds

It’s really cool

The liberty bell is a ‘very significant symbol’

Liberty translates into many languages

It’s really cool

So this is the liberty bell

Wait up son

Take this flick

Jamie Gibson

Big bells, little bells, books about the bell

Ring it again

Glorious old bell

No one can touch the bell?

Ring it again

The son of the revolutionary bows in reverence before you

No one can touch the bell?

It’s more than it’s cracked up to be

Let’s see the pictures

Is that the original?

It’s more than it’s cracked up to be

It’s strong but fragile

Is that the original?

Glorious old bell

It’s strong but fragile

Big bells, little bells, books about bells

Cora Mueller

Every fairminded man believes in justice

A sacred relic, a useful symbol

It’s very impressive

Feel free to get closer

A sacred relic, a useful symbol

Somehow it got bigger

Feel free to get closer

But where are you?

Somehow it got bigger

If you go you can’t come back

But where are you?

For liberties gained can also be lost

If you go you can’t come back

It’s very impressive

For liberties gained can also be lost

Every fairminded man believes in justice

Claudia Messer

The never ending quest for freedom

Till every living soul be stirred, clothed with strength

The son of a revolutionary soldier bows in reverence before you

How did it get its crack?

Till every living soul be stirred, clothed with strength

Can I take a picture?

How did it get its crack?

Please hold your pictures

Can I get a picture?

A symbol for freedom and peace

Please hold your pictures

A symbol for freedom and peace

A symbol for freedom and peace

The son of a revolutionary soldier bows in reverence before you

A symbol for freedom and peace

The never ending quest for freedom

Nelly Forrest

Ring loud the hallowed bell!

Mama

You guys are so much fun

The bell’s more than it’s cracked up to be

Mama

Liberty throughout the land, to all the inhabitants thereof

The bell’s more than it’s cracked up to be

Are you guys looking for the real liberty bell?

Liberty throughout the land, to all the inhabitants thereof

Men and women, black and white, coming together to advocate for freedom

Are you guys looking for the liberty bell?

See the bell? Big bell

Men and women, black and white, coming together to advocate for freedom

You guys are so much fun

See the bell? Big bell

Ring loud that hallowed bell!

Sanae Young

The original liberty bell announced the creation of democracy

Taking pictures so she can read  later

A very significant symbol

I don’t need a picture

Taking pictures so she can read later

The women’s liberty bell will announce the completion of democracy

I don’t see a picture

Where is it?

The women’s liberty bell will announce the completion of democracy

We are all together

Where is it?

We don’t need it.

We are all together

A very significant symbol

We don’t need it 

The original liberty bell announced the creation of democracy

Brielle Watson-Wood

Fathers and mothers with babies in arms

Take pictures and look later

To go back

We were lucky

Take pictures and look back

I’d like to go back

We were lucky

Did you hear?

I’d like to come back

Taxation without representation is tyranny

Did you hear?

The liberty bell?

Taxation without representation is tyranny

Go back

To the liberty bell

Fathers and mothers with babies in arms

Zuza Jevremovic

I had one of these growing up

Its tongue is now silent

I can see a picture anytime

I felt that

Its tongue is now silent

Ring, ring! Grandfather, ring!

I felt that.

Spring gladly toward the kindling skies.

Ring, ring! Grandfather, ring!

One more picture!

Spring gladly toward kindling skies

Right behind us.

One more picture!

I can see a picture anytime

Right behind us

I had one of these growing up.

Melanie Sporn

Cracked and imperfect

She fought for freedom

Do what you want!

Her efforts have been rewarded!

She fought for freedom

I appreciate it

Her efforts have been rewarded

So proclaim liberty!

I appreciate it

Thumbs up

Proclaim liberty!

By order of the assembly

Thumbs up

Do what you want!

By order of the assembly

Cracked and imperfect

Amanda Schear

Liberty itself is an ongoing process
Don't you want to see who made it?
No se puede
Do you want me to take a picture?

Don't you want to see who made it?
File past the sacred relic
Do you want me to take a picture?
You just wanna go see it right away

File past the sacred relic
I was trying to get a picture of what it looks like inside
You just wanna go see it right away
Liberty translates into many languages

I was trying to get a picture of what it looks like inside
No se puede
Liberty translates into many languages
Liberty itself is an ongoing process