Deep breathe
Beads of sweat
Happy
Scared
Life aint fair
Introductions
How are yous
Exchange of numbers
Call you soons
Waiting by the phone all day
Just waiting to hear you say
Party, movie, pizza fun
Wanna come
Out all night
In real late
Full of laughter love and hate
For all know tomorrow comes
Rumors
Stories
Falling highs
Mean old lies
Yells of hate
And blood shot eyes
And those are just the happy times

The wind is a mystery to us all
It mostly visits in the fall
You can't see it but it's there
The trees show it's everywhre
A family sits in the park
The beautifl day will not stay dark
The breeze blows through a little girls hair
A precious moment no mother would share
it often calms someone stresses
A gift from God to show were blessed
The wind is a mystery to us all
It will visit if you call

The truth in me I could not bear
My face looked bright without a care
But to show what was inside, I would not dare
I searched for a way, a way out of there

For the longest time I felt so tied
Like I couldn't run and had to hide
Like deep inside my heart had died
To all my friends I'd lived, but lied
And late and night my heart, it cried

The four Roman soldiers hesitated at the door.
“They’ll never believe us,” one said.
“What choice have we?” asked the second.
“None,” said the leader, in a decided voice. “We shall tell the Chief Priests everything, just as it happened. It is our duty. After that, the matter is out of our hands.”
No less anxious, the others agreed.
A servant came to the door, in answer to their knock. Bent over, with an old face and a white beard, he squinted up at them. “What do you want?” he asked.

The heart within him was in two ways parted, in two ways divided;
Either to sheath the thoughts or, gathering what came gathered,
To rush upon the words, scattering them, to reach upon the pen--to burn
The white-cheeked page black with language.
So, his slow heart trembled as the soft time circled.
And while the gray meadow seethed beneath the feet of horses,
Cows, and goats, the wings of the Muse clanged against the air,
Over the needle of a pin, and beat whispering commands

The rustling of the leaves and the swaying of the trees lets me know the wind is passing by. Gay laughter and joyous praises sorround me as I close my eyes. Spring is here and so is my happiness. I love the imaginative places the wind takes me. We fly through and beyond the sky, to galaxies and milky way are my companions. We soar like eagles, gliding with ease. I don't ask or require much, just the embracing thought of having the wind toss and tease my hair once more.

Once, long ago,
The meaning of brave,
Was to have no fears,
Always saving the day.

Now, thanks to many,
The meaning has changed,
No longer fearlessness,
But facing the pain.

You went to the army,
Dispite some of your fears,
Protecting our country,
At times, fighting back tears.
Now that's what I call BRAVE!

Note: This poem is dedicated to all the American Soldiers

He sat, his elbows resting on a cold iron table, his hands grasping a Styrofoam coffee cup.
"I'm sorry." a voice came. The air around him grew cold; it had come from the presence of a girl who was sitting across from him. The cold air bit at his uncovered face. He took a sip of his hot chocolate as its warmth spilled down into his throat. He wished he had prepared for this, this cold. His black biker gloves, with the fingers cut out, were the only protection for his guitar-pick worn fingers. He trembled as he took anther sip of his drink.

Dear Homeschooling Friends,

What a long time it's been since I wrote last! My life has been very centered around my work these past months. I'm working in the admissions office as Assistant Director of Admissions here at the Thomas More College of Liberal Arts in NH. Since I'm so busy, I thought I'd share one part of my business with you: an article I wrote for a Catholic journal on the school's patron saint, Sir Thomas More. I learned a lot about this man while writing this "mini-biography" - and I really like him! I hope you enjoy reading it....

Loyalty Overwhelmed the King
A gust of loyalty shivered through his bones,
power magesty and accountability on his mind.
His heart pounding, heart racing, awaiting his crown in glory.
To become king?
Shall he fulfill his dream?
To become king he hath never done.
Fear overruled his thoughts.
Shall fear endure in the end?.... NEVER!
With a sling of his sword he pointed to the heavens,
symbolizing his power to fight with glory at hand,
and power to rule forever!