[American Story] 【整理】SENEWS-2008-0223-FEATURE On The Road (4)

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American Story : On The Road <4>

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【整理】－－春山如笑

 

An hour later good soil was being spread by men in big machines, men who were not used to working for free. They were working for free. I stood there and watched. By noon cement had been poured for a tennis court. Before the sun went down, a basketball court was done. Many people worked all night. On Saturday Morning, a crowd of several hundred people came to work, black and white, old and young. They planted trees and grass and made paths and places to sit. By Sunday afternoon, the park was finished.

 

I went back there more than 20 years later. In the shade of the trees which were now very tall, people were sitting and playing in the park. I thought back to the weekend of the park was built, a black man had looked around and said :" This is the best thing that has happened since I came to Reno." He did not mean the park itself. He meant building the park.

 

In that first year on the road, I fell in love with my native land. I rode the Wabash Cannonball train through Indiana. I rode the Delta Queen paddle wheel steamboat down the Ohio river. I rode the cable cars up and down the hills of San Francisco. I spent time among Pennsylvania Dutch farmers in cooperstown, Pennsylvania and Greek sponge fishermen in Tarpon Springs, Florida. I met M.C.Pinkstaff, the roadside poet of Gordon Junction, Illinois. At his store he sold gasoline for 39 cents a gallon and his poems for ten cents a piece. That first year, I produced 47 stories from 23 states, all of them my own discoveries. The biggest discovery of all was about myself. On the backroads of America I felt at home at last. I knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life ...

[ 本帖最后由 春山如笑 于 2008-2-28 20:05 编辑 ]

nomatterwhat

HW:

An hour later good soil was being spread by men with big machines. Men who were not used to working for free. They were working for free. I stood there and watched. By noon cement has been put for a tennis court. Before the sun went down a basketball court was done. Many people worked all night. On Saturday Morning, a crowd of several hundred people came to work. Black and white, old and young. They planted trees and grass and made patts and places to sit. By Sunday afternoon the park was finished. I went back there more than 2o years later in the shade of the trees which were now very tall. People were sitting and playing in the park. I thought back to the weekend the park was built. A black man had looked around and said :" This is the best thing that has happened since I came to Reno." He did not mean the park itself. He meant building the park.

In the first year on the road I fell in love with my native land. I rode the robot * tree through *. I rode the Delta Queen Pattle boat down the Ohio river. I rode the cable cars up and down the hills of San Fransico. I spent time among Pennsylvania Dutch farmers in * Pennsylvania and Greek's bunch of fishermen in top springs Florida. I met M.C.: the roadside poet of golen junction *. At his store he sold gasoline for 39 cents a gallon and his poems for ten cents a piece.

That first year I produced 47 stories from 23 states all of them my own discoveries. The biggest discovery of all was about myself. On the backroads of America I felt at home at last. I knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life .......

lily tiger

hw

An hour later, good soil was being spread by men in big machines, men who were not used to working for free. They were working for free. I stood there and watched.

By noon, cements had been put for a tennis court. Before the sun went down, a basket court was done. Many people worked all night. On Saturday morning, a crowd of several hundred people came to work, black and white, old and young. They planted trees and grass and made pats and places to seat. By Sunday afternoon, the park was finished.

I went back there morn than twenty years later. In the shade of the trees which now were very tall, people were sitting and playing in the park. I thought back to the weekend of the park was built. A black man had looked around and said, ‘This is the best thing that happened since I came to Reno.’ He did not mean the park itself. He meant building the park.

In that first year ‘on the road’, I fell in love with my native land. I rode the Warbarch Canoebow train through Indiana. I rode the Delta Queen pedal steamboat down the Ohio river. I rode the cable cars up and down the hill of San Francisco. I spend time among Pennsylvania Dutch farmers in cuts down Pennsylvania and Greek’s bunch fisherman in top spring Florida. I met MC Pincy Steff, the roadside poet of Gouden Junction Illinois. At his door, he sold gasoline for thirty-nine cents a gallon and his poems for ten cents a piece.

That first year, I produced forty-seven stories from twenty-three states, all of them my own discoveries. The biggest discovery of all was about my self. On the back roads of America, I felt at home at last. I knew I want to spend my the rest of life ou…

round_mor

homework An hour later, good soil was being spread by men in big machines, men who were not used to working for free. They were working for free. I stood there and watched. By noon, cements had been put for a tennis court. Before the sun went down, a basketball court was done. Many people worked all night. On Saturday morning, a crowd of several hundred of people came to work, black and white, old and young.They planted trees and grass and made pass and places to sit. By Sunday afternoon, the park was finished. I went back there more than twenty years later. In the shade of the trees which now were very tall, people were sitting and playing in the park.I thought that to the weekend to the park was built. A black man had looked around and said, ‘This is the best thing that is happened since I came to rekowe.’ He did not mean the park itself. He learnt building the park. In that first year ‘on the road’, I fell in love with my native land. I road the **trains though in the *.I road the * Queen,highville ***river.I road the cable cars I've **down the hills of San Francisico.I spent time on * dutch farmers in **and**fisherman in top spring Florida. I met MC Pins there, the road side * of Golden Junption even know him. At his store, he sold gasoline for 39 cents a gallon and his poems for ten cents a piece. That first year, I produced 47 stories from 23 states all of them, my own discoveries. The biggest discovery of all was about my self. On the back roads of America, I felt at home at last. I knew I want to spend my the rest of life ou…

stflmg

An hour later good soil was being spread by men in big machines.

Men who were not used to working for free. They were working for free.

I stood there and watched. By noon cement has been poured for a tennis court. Before the sun went down a basketball court was done. Many people worked all night. On Saturday Morning, a crowd of several hundred people came to work. Black and white, old and young. They planted trees and grass and made ? and places to sit. By Sunday afternoon the park was finished.

 

I went back there more than 20 years later in the shade of the trees which were now very tall. People were sitting and playing in the park. I thought back to the weekend the park was built. A black man had looked around and said :" This is the best thing that has happened since I came to Reno."

He did not mean the park itself. He meant building the park.

 

In that first year on the road I fell in love with my native land.

I rode the Wabash Cannonball train through Indiana.

I rode the delta queen paddle wheel steam boat down the Ohio river.

I rode the cable cars up and down the hills of San Fransico.

I spent time among Pennsylvania Dutch farmers in Cooperstown Pennsylvania and Greek sponge fishermen in Tarpon Springs Florida.

I met M.C the roadside poet of golden junction Illinois. At his store he sold gasoline for 39 cents a gallon and his poems for ten cents a piece. That first year I produced 47 stories from 23 states all of them my own discoveries. The biggest discovery of all was about myself. On the backroads of America I felt at home at last. I knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life .......

[ 本帖最后由 stflmg 于 2008-2-28 19:42 编辑 ]

sun_seven

An hour later, good soil was being spread by men in big machines, men who were not used to working for free. They were working for free. I stood there and watched. By noon, cement had been put for a tennis court. Before the sun went down, a basketball court was done. Many people worked all night. On Saturday morning, a crowd of several hundred people came to work, black and white, old and young. They planted trees and grass and made patts and places to sit. By Sunday afternoon, the park was finished. I went back there more than twenty years later. In the shade of the trees which were now very tall, people were sitting and playing in the park. I thought back to the weekend of the park was built. A black man had looked around and said, ‘This is the best thing that happened since I came to Reno.’ He did not mean the park itself. He meant building the park. music..... In that first year on the road , I fell in love with my native land. I rode the Warbarch Canoebow train through Indiana. I rode the Delta Queen pedalquile steamboat down the Ohio river. I rode the cable cars up and down the hills of San Francisco. I spend time among Pennsylvania Dutch farmers in cuts down Pennsylvania and Greek’s bunch fisherman in top spring's Florida. I met MC Pincy Steff, the roadside poet of Golden Junction Illinoil. At his door, he sold gasoline for thirty-nine cents a gallon and his poems for ten cents a piece. That first year, I produced forty-seven stories from twenty-three states, all of them my own discoveries. The biggest discovery of all was about myself. On the back roads of America, I felt at home at last. I knew I want to spend the rest of my life ou…

春山如笑

on stflmg

 

An hour later good soil was being spread by men in big machines, men who were not used to working for free. They were working for free. I stood there and watched. By noon cement had been poured for a tennis court. Before the sun went down, a basketball court was done. Many people worked all night. On Saturday Morning, a crowd of several hundred people came to work, black and white, old and young. They planted trees and grass and made paths and places to sit. By Sunday afternoon, the park was finished.

 

I went back there more than 20 years later. In the shade of the trees which were now very tall, people were sitting and playing in the park. I thought back to the weekend of the park was built, a black man had looked around and said :" This is the best thing that has happened since I came to Reno." He did not mean the park itself. He meant building the park.

 

In that first year on the road, I fell in love with my native land. I rode the Wabash Cannonball train through Indiana. I rode the Delta Queen paddle wheel steamboat down the Ohio river. I rode the cable cars up and down the hills of San Francisco. I spent time among Pennsylvania Dutch farmers in cooperstown, Pennsylvania and Greek sponge fishermen in Tarpon Springs, Florida. I met M.C.Pinkstaff, the roadside poet of Gordon Junction, Illinois. At his store he sold gasoline for 39 cents a gallon and his poems for ten cents a piece. That first year, I produced 47 stories from 23 states, all of them my own discoveries. The biggest discovery of all was about myself. On the backroads of America I felt at home at last. I knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life ...

[ 本帖最后由 春山如笑 于 2008-2-28 19:58 编辑 ]

mzhang6

An hour later, good soil was be in spread by men in big machine, men who were not used to work for free, they were working for free I stood there and watched. By noon sement had been poured for a tennis court. Before the sun went down, a basketball court was down. Many people worked all night. On Saturday morning a crow of several hundred people came to work, black and white, old and young. They plant trees and grass and made pets and places to sit. By Sunday afternoon, the park was finished.

 

I went back there more than 20 years later. In the shade of trees which were now very tall people were sitting and playing in the park. I thought back to the way can do the part was built. A black had looked around and said: “This is the best thing that happens since I came to Reno.” He didn’t mean the park itself, he meant building the park.

 

In that first year on the road, I fell in love with my native of land. I road Wabash Cannanbo train through Indiana. I road the Delta Queen paddle wheel steamboat down the Ohio River. I road cable cars and bent down the hills of San Fransico. I spend time among Pennsylvania Dutch farmers in Copperstown Pennsylvainia and Greek Spong fishman in Tarpon Spring, Florida. I met M.C. Pinkstaff, the roadside poet of Gorden Junction, Iillanois. At his store he sold gasoline for 39 cents a gallon, and his poem for ten cents a piece.

 

That first year, I produced 47 stories from 23 states, all of them my own discoveries. The biggest discovery of all was about myself, on the back roads of America I felt at home at last. I knew I want to spend the rest of my life out…

dreamboys

 homework:

And hour later, good soil was being spread by man with big machines
Man who was not uesd to working for free
They were working for free
I stood there watched
By noon cement has been poured for tennis court
Before the sun went down,a basketball court was done
Many people worked all night
On saturday morning,a crowd of several handrad people came to work
black,white,old and young
they planted trees and grass and made patts , and places to sit
by sunday afternoon,the park was finished
I went back there more than twenty years later in the shade of the trees which were now very tall
People was sitting and playing in the park
I saw back to  the weekend the park was built
a black man had looked around and said,this is best thing that it happened since I came to Reno
He did not mean the park itself
He meant building the park
In that first year on the road
I fell in love with my native of land
I rode the Warbarch Canoebow train through the Indiana
I rode the Delta Queen Pedal steamboat down the Ohio river
I road the cable cars up and down the hill from San Francisco
I spend time among Pennsylvania Dutch farmers in cuts down Pennsylvania and Greek’s bunch fisherman in top spring Florida
I met mc Pincy Steff,the roadsider poet of Gouden Junction Illinois
At his door, he sold gasoline for 39 cents a gallon
and his poems for cents a piecs
That first year I produced 47 stories from 23 states ,all of them my own discoveris
The biggest discover of all was about myself
On the back roads of American I felt at home at last
I knew I want to spend the rest of my life ...

 

star123456

An hour later,good soil was being spread by man in big machines,men were who were not used to working for free,I stood there and watched,By noon the cenment had been poured for a tennis court,before the sun went down,a basketball court was done,many people work all night,on staurday morning,a croud of several hundrand people came to work,black and white,old and young, they planted trees and grass and made path, and place to sit,by sunday afternoon,the park was finished. I went back to there more than twenty years later,in the shade of the trees which were now very tall,people were sitting and playing in the park,I thought back to the weekend the park was built ,I black man had looked around and said,this is the best thing happens since I had came to Reno,he did not mean the park itself,he meant building the park,in that first year on the road,I felt in love with my native land,I rode the cable cars up and down the hill of San Francisco. I spend time among Pennsylvania Dutch farmers in cuts down Pennsylvania and Greek’s bunch fisherman in top spring Florida. I met MC Pincy Steff, the roadside poet of Gouden Junction Illinois. At his door, he sold gasoline for thirty-nine cents a gallon and his poems for ten cents a piece. That first year, I produced forty-seven stories from twenty-three states, all of them my own discoveries. The biggest discovery of all was about my self. On the back roads of America, I felt at home at last. I knew I want to spend my the rest of life ou…

pinbear

An hour later, good soil was being spread by men in big machines. Men who were not used to working for free, they were working for free. I stood there and watched.

 

By noon cement has been pored for tennis court. before the sun went down, a basketball court was done. many people worked all night.

 

On Saturday morning, a crowd of several hundred people came to work, Black and quite, old and young. they planted the trees and grass and made a paths and places to sit.

 

By Sunday afternoon, the park was finished. I went back there more than 20 years later. Iin the shade of trees, which were now very tall. people were sitting and playing in the park.

 

I thought back to the weekend to the park was bulit. a black man had looked around and said: this is the best things taht has happened things I can do Reno. it did not mean the park itself. he meant the building the park.

 

In that first year, on the road, I fell in love with my native land.

 

I rode the Waborsh Cannonboat train through .....,

I rode the ...Queen paddle wheel steamboat down the ....river,

I rode the cable cars up and down the hills of ........

I spend time among the .... dunch farmers in ...down .... and Greek's bunch fishermen in top spring in F...

 

I met MC .... the roadside poet of golden junction...... at his store, he sold gasoline for 39 cents gallon.and his poems for 10.cents a piece.

 

that first year ,I produced 47 stories from 23 states all of them my own discoveries. the biggest discovery of all was about myself.

 

on the back roads of America, I fell that home at last, I knew i want to do spend the rest of my life..

[ 本帖最后由 pinbear 于 2008-3-4 14:07 编辑 ]

娇奴

homework

 

An hour later good soil was being spread by men in big machines, men who were not used to working for free. They were working for free. I stood there and watched. By noon cement had been poured for a tennis court. Before the sun went down, a basketball court was done. Many people worked all night. On Saturday Morning, a crowd of several hundred people came to work, black and white, old and young. They planted trees and grass and made paths and places to sit. By Sunday afternoon, the park was finished.

 

I went back there more than 20 years later. In the shade of the trees which were now very tall, people were sitting and playing in the park. I thought back to the weekend of the park was built, a black man had looked around and said :" This is the best thing that has happened since I came to Reno." He did not mean the park itself. He meant building the park.

 

In that first year on the road, I fell in love with my native land. I rode the Wabash Cannonball train through Indiana. I rode the Delta Queen paddle wheel steamboat down the Ohio river. I rode the cable cars up and down the hills of San Francisco. I spent time among Pennsylvania Dutch farmers in cooperstown, Pennsylvania and Greek sponge fishermen in Tarpon Springs, Florida. I met M.C.Pinkstaff, the roadside poet of Gordon Junction, Illinois. At his store he sold gasoline for 39 cents a gallon and his poems for ten cents a piece. That first year, I produced 47 stories from 23 states, all of them my own discoveries. The biggest discovery of all was about myself. On the backroads of America I felt at home at last. I knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life ...

vevin

homework     

And hour later,good soul/soil was been/being in spread by men in big machines,men who were not used to work/working for free,they were working for free,I stood here (and) watched.by noon cerment had been poured for a tennis court,before the sun went down,a basketball court was down/done,many people worked all night.On saturday morning,a crowd of several hundred people came to work,black,white,old and young.They planted trees and grass and made pass/paths and places to seat/sit.By sunday afternoon ,the park was finished,

I went back there more than 20 years later,in the shade of (the) trees which were now very tall,people were seating and playing in the park,I thought back to the weekend to/of the park was built,a black man had looked around and said,this is the best thing that is happened since I came to Reno.He did not mean the park itself,he meant building the park.

In that first year on-the-road,I fell in love with my native land,I wrote the rode the Wabash Cannonball train through Indiana,I rode the delta queen paddle wheel steamboat down Ohio river,I rode the table cars up and down of hills of sanfancisco,I spend time among Pennsylvania dunch farmers include down pennsylvania and Greek sponge fishermen in Tarpon Springs, Florida,I met M.C pin  the roadside poet of Gordon Junction, Illinois. He store,he sold gasline for 39 cents a gallon and his poem for ten cents a piece.That first year,I produced 47 stories from 23 states all of them my own discoveries.The biggest discovery of all was about myself,on the back roads of america,I feel/felt at home,at last,I knew I wanted to spend in the rest of my life.

helan_

it is such a good story,realy affecting!

fatmouse

       An hour later ,good soil was being spread by men in big machines, men who were not used to working for free. They were working for free . I stood there and watched.  By noon cement had being poured for a tennis court. Before the sun went down a basketeball court was done. Many people worked all night. On saturday morning, a crowd of several hundred people came to work, black and white, old and young. They planted trees and grass ,and made paths, and places to seat. By sunday afternoon, the park was finished .
       I went back there more than 20 years later, in the shade of the trees, which were now very tall, people were sitting and playing in the park. I thought back to the weekend the park was built . A black man had looked around and said,"This is the best thing that has happened since  I came to Reno."  He did not mean the park itself , he meant building the park.
       In that first year on the road , I fell in love with my native land . I rode the wabash trains through the Indiana. I rode the Delta Queen paddle wheel steamboat down the ohio river. I rode the cable cars up and down the hills of San Francisco. I spent time among Pennsylvania Dutch farmers in curchtown,** and Greek sponge fishermen in Tarpon springs, Florida. I met M.C. Pinkstaff, the roadside poet of Gordon Junction,Illinois .At his store he sold gasoline for 39 cents a gallon. And his poems for ten cents a piece. That first year I produced 47 stories from 23 states ,all of them my own discoveries. The biggest discovery of all was about myself. On the back roads of America I felt at home at last.  I knew I wanted to spent the rest of my life out......