Above the sky Few people have been But most people wonder They look up each day and think What goes on above the sky Above the sky is where infinity lies Infinity goes on way past the sky Perhaps there is more than infinity But how will we find out What hides above the sky
One Step at a Time
One step at a time I noticed how the sun shines through the trees shedding canopies I gaze at the light dancing onto forest floor, I stare at leaves descending down the scent of cedar fills the moist air. All the sound around me slowly dimmed like the last slow song at a hushed dance
Rush
All the time, everywhere Each person here and there All have a thing they share The people of the world rush This is an activity that must be hush Because time is quickly crushed So we all have to take it slow Because, before we know Time will want to go Brandon Reiter
The Earth Becomes Still
The earth becomes still I feel it in my toes The innocent light glows Against the water Against the earth The owl cries to its soul For it has left him in the night Leaving him empty Leaving him alone The owls cries become soft As the innocent light creeps away Leaving the earth Turning
Hero to Myself
I’m standing at the bottom of a well Rock bottom is where I fell I thought these walls I’d never climb I was too afraid I thought I was all going to slip away
Nature’s Music
The sun warms my face like a dear friend. The grass feels cool on my back as I lay down. The wind rustles the leaves of the trees, And a bird chirps happily among them. A bee floats by, droning lazily. I hear voices of people enjoying a wonderful day. The world is at peace,
Remembrance
Especially fitting for this Memorial Day holiday, Amelia French’s poem explores what it means to remember those who have died. We tramp down the sidewalk tired beyond belief memorial after memorial. The heat beats down delicate cherry trees provide no shade. My respect decreases while tired feelings grow. At the sight of the Vietnam Memorial
The Storm
Did you rage or did you whisper? Certainly you shrieked but we all do.
Thousands of Umbrellas
Thousands of Umbrellas pushing Against the Forever falling rain We fight a mostly losing battle Trying to keep our hearts dry
The Journey of the Mind
Past the beaches That are all long closed, There stands a discreet, little house Almost covered by the trees.
