Over The Shadowed Hill
We drove over the hill In the dark lamplight night My grandma in front Full speed ahead The warm flowing breeze It showed me the way As the mauve sunrise Shown bright ahead Past the...
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We drove over the hill
In the dark lamplight night
My grandma in front
Full speed ahead
The warm flowing breeze
It showed me the way
As the mauve sunrise
Shown bright ahead
Past the farm
Watching the cows eat
My grandma and me
Drove swiftly away
As the sunrise followed us
It began to fade
As the warm swift breeze
turned cold
And it scurried away
That sweet sunrise
left us all
The town came cle...
When I first saw the dark of night
I knew who I was.
I was another shard
Of my birthstone.
I was the king of curiosity.
I was a bitter one with danger.
I was a monkey going tree to tree
And the “Ouch!”
When I fell out of a bush.
I tossed and turned to get up
And I climbed out of the bush.
Then a few years later,
I move away too sad to say,
“Will we go back and have fun?
Sitting on a towel atop the sizzling sand,
I’m warm, wet, and a little tired
Absentmindedly searching for shells with my damp, sandy, hand
I look up to see the wine-dark ocean chomping its foamy mouth
Gobbling at the jam of people skittering around the beach clutching their boards
And gulping for a breath in the water
Pretty sure it is about to take my brother
Instead it just gives him a free jo...
When you remember
The long night that passed by you
There may be a hint of a scene
A recollection of a moment
Warped and disfigured
Wonderful or horrifying
Only playing out in your mind
This clue may be short
It may continue to a story
A twisted stream of events
Where nothing ever gets done
Or you might wake up
Believing it still to be one instant after you fell asleep
And yet time ticks by
Your...
My feet sunk into the soft sand.
The waves called to me.
“Come play,” they said,
“within my water so that I can
hear your laughter.”
The water washed up on the yellow sand,
trying to reach me.
The breeze rustled in my hair
and the only sound I could hear
was the love that the seagulls shared that morning.
In the distance, the water
looked as pretty as a pearl.
A walk by the shore on a blazing summer day,
So hot that you can cook an egg on the street.
The soft silky sand tickles your toes
While you complain that it is hot as fire.
Happiness and laughter fill the air as I jump
From the glistening waves that try to pull me in.
You build a castle with your left hand
And eat a frozen treat with the other.
When you remember
The long night that passed by you
There may be a hint of a scene
A recollection of a moment
Warped and disfigured
Wonderful or horrifying
Only playing out in your mind
This clue may be short
It may continue to a story
A twisted stream of events
Where nothing ever gets done
Or you might wake up
Believing it still to be one instant after you fell asleep
And yet tim...
Sweet like ice cream in the summer.
There for two minutes then gone.
But always with me.
They possess me and my heart but always love me.
They stand by me wherever I go.
If I choose to go to the moon they will be there
listening to the silence with me.
Waiting outside, waiting for me to come out.
I rush down the stairs like a puppy when it’s time
for a walk.
Orchestra, our favorite subject of the day.
We rush in the music room, eager to unpack
our instruments,
Grins creep across each musician’s face as we unpack
Our beloved stringed noisemakers.
We tune, we play, we make wonderful
Music, did I mention… it’s my favorite subject of the day!
Hundreds of feet in the air, the world is
In miniature, a scale model made of tinfoil, cardboard,
and glue
The green water ocean is so smooth you could walk on it
Haloed by a ring of white foam, tiny islands poke out
of the sea
They’re so small none of them have a name
You could be the first to conquer them, call them your own
The wind is high, and clouds rush in
The plane rises higher
You leave...