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To Be Here

Submitted by Hannah W. on Tue, 03/03/2009 - 15:32

To ride a horse when the moon is high,
down the street, to the patriots cry
Oh, how I wish it were I,
with the wind in my face on a midnight ride

To run through the streets with a fist in the air
just trying to right the things so unfair
oh, how I wish I'd been there
with loud cries of 'strike!' ringing through the whole square

To walk through the forest with a bow in my hand
wandering free, at one with the land
Oh, I really do think it'd be grand
to sing with the trees as through them I ran

Song of the Things that I Always Will Be

Submitted by Hannah W. on Thu, 01/15/2009 - 04:08

Breathless darkness,
sparks in the air
Scattering stars
wind in my hair

Tumbling through fields,
light touch of feathers
Song of the earth
echoes forever

Heartbeat and dirt,
trees sway in the night
Shadows and flame
glowing orange, bright

Smell of the forest
cool air on my cheeks,
running, heart soaring
no words do I speak

Orion the Brave,
with his arrows and bow
he hunts in the sky
and the way he does show

What You Could Have Been

Submitted by Ezra on Thu, 05/22/2008 - 01:08

A hall; a tall foreboding house of stone:
Set upon the lonely, stretching snow,
And there, by its rusty iron gate, I stood
With a tall, strange friend I did not know

“Come,” he spoke, and went on, through the gate;
I followed him, past quiet trees which stood
Like long dead sentries, menacing the path,
With blackened leaves and limbs of rotten wood

The door was large, and heavy, rough-hewn oak,
And beckoned us, with haste, to go away;
But still we made a cautious entrance there,
And I, with silent wonder heard him say:

Because I Was a Child

Submitted by Taylor on Wed, 03/19/2008 - 05:04
One rainy night much like this one, my father once told me, "It's rainin' pitchforks and nigger babies" and I laughed,
because I was a child and didn't know any better.

My mother once let me take a sip of coffee in the sewing room.
The drapes were drawn, and I sat on her lap by the window.
She said it was what big people drank, and so I tried it,
because I was a child and I was curious to see what it was
that big people drank.

Once I put a hose in my mouth, but there was no water to quench
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