some thought that i have for a poem.

i am kinda confuessed on what the stages of grief are.

a gold metall in athens,
a silver in bejing,
and the cancadians on our back door.

yet we the U.S.A. are the dominators.
we strive for greeatness sure.
but some of the greatest college players are not ours.

there is Danail Loury winning the WCWS.
and then showing her strength against the ' Dominatros'

i ask you know how did we loose to Austarilia with the metal on the line,
if all we do is win.

the sport is young to the international scene.
jus give us some time.

fs poem

Friends and Fun 

The batting practice and ground balls,
 the pops and line drives,
all this is just practice,
just another day in our lives.

Early morning wake up's,
breakfast on the go,
short shorts, sliders and cut-off  tops,
 it's not like we're in a fashion show.

 Double headers and late night games,
 weekend tournaments,
and practice in between,
 players, team-mates and best friends,
 for me softball never ends.

Brused up shines
and no more foul lines,
a catcher calling the shots
the pitcher hitting her spots


It's the winning hit,
it's the saving dive,
and playing with all your heart,
which keeps the love of the game alive.

The hard to catch fly ball,
 and the third strike call,
 it's all apart of the game,
 a game which you have to give it your all.
 in this unpredictable game of softball,

We endure it all,
the chily windy fall,
and the long cold winter above all.

Up here in Michigan,
we know that we can,
no ball will fall,
aslong as you give it your all.

As the summer gives way
the teams say good day,
just to start weeks later
fresh and new for the fall.

As teams start to practice,
fall ball learks in the wake,
thats when the real are seperated from the fake.

the leaves all fall
snow is on our back burner
school is just for the learner,
write paper after paper on our great game
and show its not a shame.

All in all I play for the fun,
going on the field to show of my gun,
to have fun in the sun,
a team going out to play as one.

more of my final submission

once upon a time there was this evil step mother. her name was Cruella De Vil, not really but thats deffinently what i felt like. she lived in this apartment with my prince charming of a father. he is roylaty in my eyes, he is tall, thin, dark hair, dark eyes, hard working honest man from a well respected family in the land of lenawee county. as for Cruella well she was from a very nice family as well, they had a nice place, a good restraunt, and everything was going good for them exept this one bad seed, Cruella. you should now this scaring image of her she had an over sized upper body and a tiny little head, she was about five foot nothing and was adicted to her cigarets and torchering me the perfect, inisent, daddy's little girl, middle child.

i should let you know that everything you read in the fairytalles about step mothers is oh so true.

is our country the land of the free or the land that everyone in the middle east wants to bomb?

as i turned on the T.V. there was an ABC Special news broadcast about yet another terrist plot investigtion. i really wonder if the Al Quida message is getting heard by the government. the middle easters are fedd-up with U.S. coming to there country and bulling them. i quit frankely don't blame them.

however i fear that one of these days 9/11 will not be the worst attack on civilians in america. these are just some of my thoughts  and opinions. everyone can form there own opinions those are just my brief ones.

wow the pain continues.

as the days grow shorter and the nights grow longer the pain in my shoulder grows and intensifies. the muscles and the nervs in my shoulder feel like they are about to blow the top off. the pain is that of being shot and then shot and shot again. i cant throw a ballhard like i normally can i cant swim without haveing shoting pains throughout my shoulder. i cant go on living life not knowing what is wring with my shoulder. i am overly cautouis of a saver injury to my shoulder like a complet tair. as of right now i have a micro tair in my left shoulder and the paoin that comes with that is so undiscribeble i cant even put it in to words.

until next time,

Kennedy Daly

please help.

i am sorry to hear that you wont be in class this week.

i am getting so lost in this class i feel as though i am doing the work but not understanding it. i am struggling severely and falling behind. i am trying to keep up but i can not understand the material to accurately do my work. as of right now the how i live link is not working for me at school or at home.

i really need help on my final submission i have already posted it. there is some confusion in my head as what to have done.

the short stories from the article is confusing me. i am not sure on what i am supposed to be doing. i heard something about writing scene but I'm not sure how you want me to do that. i have never used  these not cards before.

Thank you for understanding,
Kennedy Daly

today

i am in excrutiating pain right now. my shoulder hurts like no other right now.

i have had alot of shoulders pain and injuries in my life and nothing has hurt this bad.
you see it all started yesturday when my most amazing coach had us to our best stroke or the majority of the practice. my best stroke is the butterfly and that so happens to be the worst stroke for my shoulders. i stared practice feeling fine, and then i started to swim fly and that is when the planes flew into the twin towers. the pain hit me right in the hart. however i continued to seim for a few more laps but that is when i cought on fire, a took a little breather stretched my shoulders out once more tried to tuff it out. Booom thats when they started to collaps and thats when i was done.

my coach fully understod were i was coming from and we talked about it. thank god. he has taken to much presure of me today by not having me swim fly.

Ahh thank you Jeremy!