With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand
A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame
Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name
Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-handGlows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command
The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.
"Keep ancient lands, your storied pomp!" cries she
With silent lips. "Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"
By:Emma Lazarus
I think that this poem is very touching and i think it's bad how we don't believe in that anymore.
This symbol represents how we took in people who weren't wanted.
This affects my understanding of immigration in how some people don't allow us to live a good life because of the racism.
http://www.libertystatepark.com/emma.htm
Thursday, February 25, 2010
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Tuesday, February 9, 2010
Child care
I chose child care because i love children, and i am planing to became a pediatrition. I want to help kids with their needs and other stuff as well. Like help them get purified water and medical help i will be their I am their future. I can't belive we are destroying our kids future by polution and that's the cause of them not having clean water
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
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