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MY STORY
Freddy Zech is a student at Redwood High School in Larkspur CA. He loves to enjoy the outdoors through sports. He grew up doing sports such as surfing, skiing and mountain biking. In the mountains and ocean of the world is where he lives most of his life. He likes to express his creative side and oftentimes escape the world in nature and that is where he feels most at home.
PORTFOLIO OF WORK
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SURFING
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Surfing in the waves is never boring to me
It is the shit that I love the most
Getting barrelled is the key
I just love to be on the coast
Surfing down the line is the best
The board under my feet
I dream of that feeling in my chest
This sport is nothing but a treat
Waking up early
Watching the sunrise
Gets me all squirrely
Will this sport be my demise
Board under my arm
I think this is my good luck charm
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SONG OF MYSELF
I hate myself, I fear myself
Why do I feel this
I am quiet, I am kind
But I feel there is more to me than that
In the waves I am myself, but in public I am an alien
Who am I?
Why can't I figure out who I should be at all times
I want to be popular
Yet I hate the popular people
We are the same, yet influenced differently
How come we are all made up of the same
But all act differently
My best friends so different
Nothing like me
However we get along so well
We all live on this planet together
Smell the same air
Feel the same heat and wind
See the same beauty it contains
We are are the same
We all are different
But who am I?
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PATH TOÂ THE BEACH
Go to the tunnel lined with rainbows
Continue across the bridge that makes our city known
Down through the streets and to the cliffside
Squeeze into one of few parking spotsÂ
And take 10 steps down the stairs until your feet touch the sand
When you feel the cold particles spread between your toes
You know you’ve arrived
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DEFINITION OF POETRY
Poems come in all different shapes and sizes, they can be about anything and everything, but what makes a poem good? I believe a poem is anything that connects with you and speaks about prevalent problems in the world in an imaginative way and can be fun to read or make you feel something.