The Graceland Tales Our Heroes Then and Now 2 Today's Oz sage 3 Penguin Power -c 4—c Do You See What I See? Art Analysis: A Reflection of the Self Learning the Hard Way: My Life as a Motorcydist aages 7-8 The Delusional Mind s 8-9 Shattered Ideals lips for Tackling the Terrible Two's Puerto Rico's Fight for Independence Empowered Women The Treasure Cove An Afternoon at the Beach A Day at the Spa The Path to Enlightenment ,nr) page 16 A publication of: FLORIDA COMMUNITY COLLEGE • AT JACKSONVILLE voices1 0r feshman unlillg Volume 10, Number 1 Spring 2000 THE GRACELAND TALES by,,Royce When theground isscorched in lateJuly .knd thesun,afieryglobe in Southern skies, Haswilted every buddingflowerfair', When Zephrusdoes not ride upon the air, And heat hangsin all the topsofwet: Then folklong to turn on their AC's, Orelse go crazyfrom the maddening heat, And wander barefootall aboutthe streets. Butin theSouth there arethoseferventfew Whose spirits drive them from theSunday pews To travel to thatstate ofTennessee, To Graceland,to their devoutdestinies. Forthere,asit isfar and widely known, Died a holy king upon histhrone. And in his honor.Memphis holdsa vigil, Though manydo believe him living still. Andso it happened that asIsatoneday Atthe Waffle Housein Boonedelay Preparing myselfto traverseonce again The road to Memphisand the shrine within, Therecameinto that place atired troop— Three travelers all togetherin agroup— Who,as Ifound outlater that day, Were headedfor that place where Elvislay. And as weate,wespoke oneto another. And manycommon things did we discover So that we,being birds ofafeather, Decided from that place to ridetogether To Memphis,so to mourn the King ofCroon, Who with theswayofhips made women swoon. But wait,I fear that I have run ahead— Aboutthese travelersI have little said. So now I shall describethem all to you. Amongthem wasa burly trucker who Had driven far and wide acrossthe states. His cargo never wasdelivered late, For here wasa man worthy ofhis salt. Indeed,within hissoul Ifound nofault. He wasa heartyfellow,strong and big. With naked-lady mudflapson his rig. Age had worn manyaline on hisface. But the years weren'tenough to slow his pace. On his leftforearm he wore a tattoo Ofa dancing girlfrom Honolulu; When I asked her name,it gave him the chance To flex his muscle and make her dance. He smoked,and he cussed,and he drank lots ofbeer. Heserved in the Navyfor twenty-three years. He'd been'round the world,from Burmato Bali, And Denmark where he met hisfirst wife,Dolly But married no more,he took to the road Delivering produceand othersuch loads. He wore a green ballcap tall on his head With camouflage pantsand a vestthatwasred. He had on thickspecstoimprove his vision And a T-shirtthat read,"I'd rather befishin'." There wasalso aconvenience store clerk Who had taken onefull week offwork So thatshecould properly mourn The King Whose music to her had meanteverything. She wasaboutforty with thinning hair, She wassix foottwo and big a.sa bear. Herteeth were allcrooked,thoseshe had. Hershoes were dirty and her pants were plaid. She walked with acanethat bowedfrom her weight, Forshe'd blown offher toe atthe age ofeight While hunting atnight with her uncle and father, Who,when it all happened,did not bother To calla doctorto save hersome strife, Butinstead usedsome whiskeyand a buck knife. She had four older brothers,who were all mean, And her mother died youngfrom aruptured spleen. Herone joyin life was her Elvis record collection, Ofwhich she had now onlyfaint recollections. For,whatrecords had not been warped by heat. Her brothershad taken and usedforskeet. Butshe wasgoing to live out her dream, And the thoughtofit made her wideface beam; Hersmile stretched outfrom earto ear, Which were largeand stuck outon a head so austere. Now thatI have described this motleycrew, I mustdisclosesome moreinfo to you— Ofhow wecame to leave thatdreary place, And make our way into the Lind ofGrace. AsI sat talking to my new-found friends About which roadsto taketo meetourends, Our wiry waitress, Martha,butted in. She wasa sweet,younggarl,and rail thin, With bright red hair,and freckles,andfairskin. Shesaid thatshe had heard us making plans, And told usthatshe wasan Elvisfan. And then she started singing Elvissongs we agreed to let her tag along. And so the gimp,which started outasthree. Had burgeoned to five,including me.... ENC2012.Erceiptsfrom aparodyofClxiucer'sCanterbury Tales, ProfessorMarian Beaman , OCR Text: The Graceland Tales Our Heroes Then and Now 2 Today's Oz sage 3 Penguin Power -c 4—c Do You See What I See? Art Analysis: A Reflection of the Self Learning the Hard Way: My Life as a Motorcydist aages 7-8 The Delusional Mind s 8-9 Shattered Ideals lips for Tackling the Terrible Two's Puerto Rico's Fight for Independence Empowered Women The Treasure Cove An Afternoon at the Beach A Day at the Spa The Path to Enlightenment ,nr) page 16 A publication of: FLORIDA COMMUNITY COLLEGE • AT JACKSONVILLE voices1 0r feshman unlillg Volume 10, Number 1 Spring 2000 THE GRACELAND TALES by,,Royce When theground isscorched in lateJuly .knd thesun,afieryglobe in Southern skies, Haswilted every buddingflowerfair', When Zephrusdoes not ride upon the air, And heat hangsin all the topsofwet: Then folklong to turn on their AC's, Orelse go crazyfrom the maddening heat, And wander barefootall aboutthe streets. Butin theSouth there arethoseferventfew Whose spirits drive them from theSunday pews To travel to thatstate ofTennessee, To Graceland,to their devoutdestinies. Forthere,asit isfar and widely known, Died a holy king upon histhrone. And in his honor.Memphis holdsa vigil, Though manydo believe him living still. Andso it happened that asIsatoneday Atthe Waffle Housein Boonedelay Preparing myselfto traverseonce again The road to Memphisand the shrine within, Therecameinto that place atired troop— Three travelers all togetherin agroup— Who,as Ifound outlater that day, Were headedfor that place where Elvislay. And as weate,wespoke oneto another. And manycommon things did we discover So that we,being birds ofafeather, Decided from that place to ridetogether To Memphis,so to mourn the King ofCroon, Who with theswayofhips made women swoon. But wait,I fear that I have run ahead— Aboutthese travelersI have little said. So now I shall describethem all to you. Amongthem wasa burly trucker who Had driven far and wide acrossthe states. His cargo never wasdelivered late, For here wasa man worthy ofhis salt. Indeed,within hissoul Ifound nofault. He wasa heartyfellow,strong and big. With naked-lady mudflapson his rig. Age had worn manyaline on hisface. But the years weren'tenough to slow his pace. On his leftforearm he wore a tattoo Ofa dancing girlfrom Honolulu; When I asked her name,it gave him the chance To flex his muscle and make her dance. He smoked,and he cussed,and he drank lots ofbeer. Heserved in the Navyfor twenty-three years. He'd been'round the world,from Burmato Bali, And Denmark where he met hisfirst wife,Dolly But married no more,he took to the road Delivering produceand othersuch loads. He wore a green ballcap tall on his head With camouflage pantsand a vestthatwasred. He had on thickspecstoimprove his vision And a T-shirtthat read,"I'd rather befishin'." There wasalso aconvenience store clerk Who had taken onefull week offwork So thatshecould properly mourn The King Whose music to her had meanteverything. She wasaboutforty with thinning hair, She wassix foottwo and big a.sa bear. Herteeth were allcrooked,thoseshe had. Hershoes were dirty and her pants were plaid. She walked with acanethat bowedfrom her weight, Forshe'd blown offher toe atthe age ofeight While hunting atnight with her uncle and father, Who,when it all happened,did not bother To calla doctorto save hersome strife, Butinstead usedsome whiskeyand a buck knife. She had four older brothers,who were all mean, And her mother died youngfrom aruptured spleen. Herone joyin life was her Elvis record collection, Ofwhich she had now onlyfaint recollections. For,whatrecords had not been warped by heat. Her brothershad taken and usedforskeet. Butshe wasgoing to live out her dream, And the thoughtofit made her wideface beam; Hersmile stretched outfrom earto ear, Which were largeand stuck outon a head so austere. Now thatI have described this motleycrew, I mustdisclosesome moreinfo to you— Ofhow wecame to leave thatdreary place, And make our way into the Lind ofGrace. AsI sat talking to my new-found friends About which roadsto taketo meetourends, Our wiry waitress, Martha,butted in. She wasa sweet,younggarl,and rail thin, With bright red hair,and freckles,andfairskin. Shesaid thatshe had heard us making plans, And told usthatshe wasan Elvisfan. And then she started singing Elvissongs we agreed to let her tag along. And so the gimp,which started outasthree. Had burgeoned to five,including me.... ENC2012.Erceiptsfrom aparodyofClxiucer'sCanterbury Tales, ProfessorMarian Beaman , Z ArchiveInABox,JAX,Voices of Freshman Writing,Scans,2000 Spring,2000 Spring 1 Page 1, 2000 Spring 1 Page 1