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Kendra Ackerman
Prewrite #1
Sky Friends
I
I remember one with dreams.
I am from the windy, tiny, roaring-down-the-highway hometown. Few places boast the view of sky that Dora, New Mexico offers. For most, they’d say that stars are all Dora can boast. Not even listed as a town on any tourism site, the village proved my playground, rite-of-passage, and learning center.
cleaning tonight.
My
My aunt and that dirt roadroad. RRRummm…my head cattle guard. TheThe Gaines farm—corrugated my hand.
Later,
Later, we return Thank you.
Prewrite #2
versus Metropolitan
New
New Mexico: wide dirt land.
I recall a conversation with my dad after spending a summer in Santa Fe:
“Dad,” I complain, “Santa Fe is the hardest city to get around in. For being small, it sure is confusing.”
Um hmm.
Tidy,
Tidy, tight stitches he thinks, can"can go with Arizona.Arizona." “Downhome towns Dora and Clovis”,Clovis, they belong to Texas.Texas." But if I’d miss.
Yet,
Yet, I understand Boulder’s twin.
DoraOn the other hand, Dora stands in Saturday and standstanding by his last summer.
New
New Mexico, you that town.
Prewrite
Prewrite #3
New Mexican Uncles
In Road Forks by myself, the White Mountains are the heart of it all. Breathtaking! This is a part of New Mexico I haven’t spend much time in, yet it’s one of my favorite places. This part of southern New Mexico would seem desolate and dry to much Coloradoans; many people fear this part of the country because it’s only 30 miles from the Mexico border, so Homeland Security and Border Patrol are the largest employers. However, beautiful, fascinating secrets lie within this sacred land.
else’s hometown.
Blake,
Blake, William. “Two 11 February
2009.
2009. http://library.thinkquest.org/J0112392/personificationclassics.html
Witcher,
Witcher, James C. Southwest Technology
Development Institute at NMSU, Las Cruces, NM. 11 February 2009.
http://geoheat.oit.edu/bulletin/bull23-4/art2.pdf
“Rose
“Rose Types.” Love February 2009.
http://www.love-of-roses.com/Rose-Types.html
http://www.love-of-roses.com/Rose-Types.html

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There’s a certain Ray of sun,
Overcast Afternoons—
When it goes, ‘tis like the Surrender
On the look of Faith—
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There’s
There’s a certain sun,
Overcast Afternoons—Afternoons—
That burdens, the Tinkle
Of Children’s Laughter—
Beautiful Wounds, it gives us—
‘Tis the Kiss Divine—
An angelic mission
the Journey—
When it comes, the Landscape listens—
Mountains—lend their shelter—
the Surrender
On
On the look of Faith—

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Dawdy Ackerman I am
I’m from communion bread, from
from white and generic and HolyHoly Ghost Creek. I am
I’m from the roaring-down-the-highway hometown. (Apricot(Apricot trees out playing house.) I am
I’m from the gulley washers whose
whose wet smacks christened a wholewhole new adventure and Kara. I’m
I’m from Acappella gospel, sing
sing me that old harmony and
and short, but stubborn, from
from Ken and Shelley and Dawdy,Dawdy, Lively, now Ackerman. I’m
I’m from the say you’re sorry.sorry, from don’t perhaps workaholics. I am
I’m from Sampson ride home andand cleaning the Saturday nights. I'm
I'm from NM and CO, corn
corn bread and pecans, white
white beans and pinto. From
From PawPaw drove Ford wrecker, Momma
Momma drove into the road, and
and Granddad drove lawn mower. Out
Out of my his mind oror the ones the trash. I am
I’m from the for me—
smells
smells like camping, like home.

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"Where I’m From" Dawdy Ackerman
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from from white and generic and
Holy Holy Ghost Creek.
I I am from roaring-down-the-highway hometown.
(Apricot (Apricot trees out playing house.)
I I am from gulley washers
whose whose wet smacks christened a
whole whole new adventure and Kara.
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sing sing me that old harmony
andand short, but stubborn,
from from Ken and Shelley and
Dawdy, Dawdy, Lively, now Ackerman.
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from from don’t give sister and
servants, servants, leaders, perhaps workaholics.
I I am from ride home
and and cleaning the Saturday nights.
I'm I'm from NM and CO,
corn corn bread and pecans,
white white beans and pinto.
From From PawPaw drove lawn mower.
Out Out of my his mind
or or the ones the trash.
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smells like camping,

Well, all, I've got some drafts going. I'm still working on my final, but I have something there.
I'd welcome your thinking and questions.
I should probably add some art, too.

There’s a certain Ray of sun,
Overcast Afternoons—
That burdens, like the Tinkle
Of Children’s Laughter—
Beautiful Wounds, it gives us—
You can see no cut,
But internal difference,
Where the Truth, dwells—
None may ease it—Any—
‘Tis the Kiss Divine—
An angelic mission
Sent me for the Journey—
When it comes, the Landscape listens—
Mountains—lend their shelter—
When it goes, ‘tis like the Surrender
On the look of Faith—

Kendra Ackerman
Sample: Prewrite
Prewrite #1
02 February 2009
Epiphanies
Epiphanies and Sky Friends
I
I remember one with dreams.
I
I am from learning center.
It’s
It’s a Saturday, cleaning tonight.
My
My aunt and my hand.
Later,
Later, we return Thank you.
Kendra Ackerman
Sample: Prewrite
Prewrite #2
9 February 2009
"White Caleche Clay"
New
Downhome versus Metropolitan
New Mexico: wide dirt land.
I recall a conversation with my dad after spending a summer in Santa Fe:
“Dad,” I complain, “Santa Fe is the hardest city to get around in. For being small, it sure is confusing.”
Um hmm.
Tidy,
Tidy, tight stitches I’d miss.
Yet,
Yet, I understand Boulder’s twin.
Dora
Dora stands in field, wearing Rangler’sWrangler’s and a last summer.
New
New Mexico, you that town.
Prewrite #3
New Mexican Uncles
In Road Forks by myself, the White Mountains are the heart of it all. Breathtaking! This is a part of New Mexico I haven’t spend much time in, yet it’s one of my favorite places. This part of southern New Mexico would seem desolate and dry to much Coloradoans; many people fear this part of the country because it’s only 30 miles from the Mexico border, so Homeland Security and Border Patrol are the largest employers. However, beautiful, fascinating secrets lie within this sacred land.
New Mexico is a patchwork of people, cultures, and land. From the air, its farms stand out in neat little blocks of lime green, dry brown, and red dirt land. Underneath those farms, in far southern New Mexico, hides geothermal power. According to Dr. JC Witcher from New Mexico State University, “Important economic growth in New Mexico has occurred during the last decade and a half with direct-use of geothermal energy. New Mexico has taken the nation's lead in geothermal greenhouse acreage with more than half of the state's acreage now heated by geothermal. In some recent years, geothermal greenhouse gross receipts have exceeded those of field grown chile and ranked as high as fifth in over all agriculture sector gross receipts. New Mexico is appealing to the greenhouse industry for several reasons, including a good climate, inexpensive land, a good agricultural labor force, and the availability of low-cost geothermal heat.” Technologically, economically, and environmentally speaking, all that information is intriguing, but to me, that geothermal energy, like most everything in Southern New Mexico, resonates with my uncle’s voice. The rose greenhouse in Animas Valley was Uncle Ralph’s favorite place. Rows of “Albas, Bourbons, China, Centifolia, Moss, Damask, Gallica” roses sit happily on state-of-the-art window sills (“Rose-Types”). Bowing their handsome heads and tipping their dainty hats to us as we walk by, I cannot help but think of William Blake’s poem about sunflowers: “ ‘All, William, we’re weary of weather,’ /said the sunflowers, shining with dew./ ‘Our traveling habits have tired us./Can you give us a room with a view?’ They arranged themselves at the window/and counted the steps of the sun,/and they both took root in the carpet/where the topaz tortoises run” (“Two Sunflowers”). One of the roses is my uncle—the fire and ice one. The one that’s the most boisterous, shocking, colorful, outlandish, hybrid rose. Fiery red and neon yellow, intertwined in one gigantic flower. He was weary of this earth, perhaps, and wanted a rose with a view. Now, he has the greatest view of all. I imagine him sitting atop those White Mountains and watching over the country he loved as much as I do—the greenhouse where he wandered for rejuvenation, the pig farm where he taught others to speak English, the church building where he sang off key, firehouse where he inspired others by his devotion and laughter. The Gila National Forest where he gave his life protecting someone else’s hometown.
Blake, William. “Two Sunflowers move in a Yellow Room.” ThinkQuest.org. 11 February
2009. http://library.thinkquest.org/J0112392/personificationclassics.html
Witcher, James C. “GEOTHERMAL ENERGY IN NEW MEXICO.” Southwest Technology
Development Institute at NMSU, Las Cruces, NM. 11 February 2009.
http://geoheat.oit.edu/bulletin/bull23-4/art2.pdf
“Rose Types.” Love of Roses. 11 February 2009.
http://www.love-of-roses.com/Rose-Types.html