goodbye

Goodbye

Submitted by Libby on Wed, 06/21/2017 - 05:47

When days are dead and skies are grey
When roads with dust are trodden down
When soil is hard as sunbaked clay
And once green grass is stiff and brown

When home is not but ash and dust
When children can no longer cry
When kindly friend has broken trust
And heart is now too tired to try

When mountain mist is turned to smoke
When clouds forever shade the earth
When dust that rises makes us choke
And child born is dead from birth

Emptying the Great Hall

Submitted by Julie on Sat, 09/18/2010 - 00:46

I stare at the notice, blinking once, twice, thrice.  Since I first saw it, I’ve tried to wrap my mind around it all, but I can’t—not yet.

I turn away and wander down the hall. Ten years’ worth of adventures adorns the walls, tales of knights, dragons and damsels, and strange worlds beyond understanding. Some of these works will be rolled up and taken to new locations; others will remain, quietly gathering dust.

Hesitance

Submitted by Hannah W. on Fri, 06/05/2009 - 02:00

I want to say a few words...
I know what they mean
but maybe you don't
so I won't
say anything.

I want to reach out my hand...
If you would take it I'd be glad
but maybe you wouldn't
so I feel I shouldn't
I hold my hand behind my back.

I want to send a letter...
I know what it's for
but maybe you don't
so I guess I won't
write it any more.

I want to call out your name
Feel the joy that it brings
but maybe you won't
and so I don't...
but I just want to sing.

Rosie

Submitted by Hannah W. on Tue, 09/23/2008 - 16:42

I shall miss your utter stupidity,
even though it used to annoy,
I shall miss you living under my bed,
even though you chewed up my toys

You made me feel safe,
and hid during thunder,
You jumped on my bed,
and messed up my covers

You smelled and you shed,
you barked constantly,
you tore up the carpet,
(who cares, it was ugly)

You were a nanny,
a wolf, and a babysitter,
a reindeer, a horse--
(a real derby winner)

between

Submitted by Brianna on Wed, 09/19/2007 - 00:24

Sunday came falling down too fast, crashing in upon me like Niagara Falls; a splash of cold water and ice that had the weight of large rocks. I could have prepared myself to be prepared for a month and it wouldn't have made a difference. Because no matter how prepared I was, it wasn't going to change how I felt.