Marshall's Poem-Personal Narrative

As you walk into the town the sun blinds you. You see the two little girls snickering and walking with disgust at what they see, a boy with long, shaggy blonde hair, torn overalls, and a dirt covered face, you. As you keep walking you see two women who criticize you about what you are wearing. You freeze in your tracks about the person ahead,it’s the Marshall, you stop in your tracks because of fear. You were scared of this moment because you have a phobia of Marshall’s. So you get really nervous. Thoughts of fear run through your brain, How fast is he with his gun? Am I in danger?You finally get over being afraid and start walking. As you keep walking through the town the smell of oil fills your nose. The oil had a weird but pleasant smell. The strong smell of gasoline came at you like a tank that would take no mercy.The car sputter was loud, shocking, and awakening. The car sputter was like a big, and loud firework that roaming the streets of the little town. You hear quietly whispering about you and how you react to the car noise .The townsfolk talk felt like hammer hits to your chest.You start to walk to the post
I presented my project this way so I could have a fun time searching for pictures of towns and get ideas. I chose this medium because in my opinion, dioramas are the best thing to do for reports. I did my diorama by cutting a good size piece out of a big cardboard box. Then I took popsicle sticks and cut them in half. Next I cut out 5’’ by 5’’ pieces of paper and wrote types of businesses that might have existed in that time period. I then got my hot glue gun and glued the popsicle sticks to the sides of the piece of cardboard, and then I glued the signs I made to the popsicle sticks. Next I hot glued my rocks one by one on the cardboard. Finally, I drew the townspeople, cut them out and taped them to full size popsicle