poems

Unity I dreamt I stood in a studio And watched two sculptors there. The clay they used was a young child's mind And they fashioned it with care. One was a teacher- the tools he used were books, music, and art. The other a parent, working with a guiding hand And a gentle loving heart. Day after day, the teacher toiled with touch That was deft and sure; While the parent labored by his side And polished and smoothed it o'er. And when at last their task was done, They were proud of what they had wrought. For the things they had molded into the child, Could neither be sold or bought. And each agreed they would have failed, if each had worked alone. For behind the teacher stood the school And behind the parent, the home. I do not know who the author of this is. I recieved it from my sons teacher.

THE COLOR OF FRIENDSHIP By Judy A dog thought it wonderful If the color of friendship was purple. A fox figured it would be strange To have the color of friendship orange. Somebody once had said The color of friendship was red. Then someone thought they knew The color of friendship was blue. According to a sunny fellow The color of friendship was yellow. A calico cat with a very sly wink Purred the color of friendship was pink. A child who did lie alot Said the color of friendship was violet. Someone shouted with fright The color of friendship was white. But I heard a sweet echo call back Perhaps the color of friendship is black. People said it was decreed by a queen That the color of friendship was green. The mayor of a friendly town Stated the color of friendship was brown. Maybe the man on the moon Wondered if friendship was maroon. A wise person said with gentle care "No color to friendship is there." Soon, everyone wanted to know How this could really be so. Friendship is having fun While you are with someone. Friendship is also sharing And lots of caring. Friendship is when you enjoy Being with a certain girl or boy. Yes, right from the very start Friendship comes from the heart. A friend who is really true Will always stick by you. Through trouble and strife, A friend is your gift for life. Just as the snow must melt A friendship can only be felt. Unlike paints that get duller Friendship should have no color.

Untitled Some people come into our lives and quickly go. Some people move our souls to dance. They awaken us to understanding with the passing whisper of their wisdom. Some people make the sky more beautiful to gaze upon. They stay in our lives for awhile, leave footprints on our hearts, and we are never, ever the same. Thanks Andreas

TEAR STAINED FACE As I sit here alone And stare into space I notice a tear Streaming down my face It's a tear of many emotions That come within deep inside my heart The pleasure of loving you The pain of being apart The tears are flowing freely now As I think of you more and more Do you have the same feelings that I do And are they strong enough to explore? I would do anything in this world If you would give me just one chance I would devote my heart and soul To show you true romance So I leave it up to you now To find a comfortable pace Hoping you will find a way To put a smile on this....Tear Stained Face Thanks Allyson

The Mirror I look at myself in the mirror, and suddenly it all becomes unreal. Who's these eyes? Who looks at what? From where does this image come? Is the reflection real? Or am I?

Andreas (Rysskey) ©1996 Rysskey studios

A wave rolls in caressing the shore passing above and below the lone grains of beaches endless... The man walks on his gaze turning to each new landscape born anew in the rush of the surf and the chaos of the sand... A glint a flicker of sun a treasure unearthed for him alone to see... Feet against the land smiles gained with clarity his closer step rewarding in beauty found... It approaches silently entwined in the call of the bird cloaked in the sun's brightness lost amongst so many... Fingers outstretched to grasp but paralyzed by fear of the wave not seen but now the landscape of his world... He falls the earth unsympathetic the water cruelly reminding its in slide past his knees... Wishing to cry but fear watching intently in that when the waves pull back will the beauty be seen again or lost forever in the the sea of that which could have been... -Frank McGuinness 6/23/97

Rebirth Heavily loaded apple trees that bloomed in spring, now ready to fall Turned colors from sour green to blood red waiting for you to pick. Bees hover over sweetness that has already fallen burrowing into the fruit too sweet to eat. Coffee filled fragrance in the air among smells of wind astounded reminding you of the taste of sugar, or maybe a sound for your taste buds delight captivating thoughts of biting sweet nectar. A sting of life recalls work must be done, and shores overcome with the dawn of day past, and mid morning fast approaching. No more time to be enthralled in the rapture of stillness leaving your senses spellbound. Work to do, trips to town, looking for food savoring the singleness of the day. Eyes following you, wondering why today are you here not realizing your life goes on not following theirs. Promises have to be kept, or the steel grip of the grave will trail after paths you have walked. Your son, the only one, still drunk from life's walkway you have side stepped. His life decomposing your doubt's entangling the light you hold in your soul. Troubled, you wish you were dead, but God safely keeps you bound so that you may seek where others have failed. The food you savor to taste is the reason you are here, allowing a faith-fueled heart to cry gracefully for help, opening your tomb of sorrow. A voice you hear is yours, set out to endure, serene questions of failure that should not have been. A poor woman's heart, answered prayers, the day her life changed. Glow illuminating from the loop she was caught between, walks in valleys, deaths, births, avenues, rivers of time, things that couldn't be given back, seemingly lost until the blank monkeys of hierarchy answered the beat of her droopy heart allowing her to break and run toward—home, crawling out of the game shoving the steel grip of the grave far away help is offered to her only son. © 1997 Sarah Picklesimer Wilson, used by permission

Death Of The Innocent Author: David J. Riddell I went to a party mom, I remembered what you said. You told me not to drink mom, so I drank soda instead. I really felt proud inside mom, the way you said I would. I didn't drink and drive mom, even though the others said I should. I know I did the right thing mom, but as I pulled out into the road, the other car didn't see me mom, and hit me like a load. As I lay there on the pavement mom, I hear the policeman say: the other guy is drunk mom, and now I'm the one who will pay. I'm lying here dying mom, I wish you'd get here soon. How could this happen to me mom? My life just burst like a balloon. There is blood all around me mom, and most of it is mine. I hear the medic say mom, I'll die in a short time. I just want to tell you mom, I swear I didn't drink. It was the others mom, The others didn't think. He was probably at the same party as I. The only difference is he drank and I will die. Why do people drink mom? It can ruin your whole life. I'm feeling sharp pains now. Pains just like a knife. The guy who hit me is walking mom, and I don't think it's fair. I'm lying here dying and all he can do is stare. Tell my brother not to cry mom, Tell daddy to be brave. And when I go to heaven mom, put "Daddy's Girl" on my grave. Someone should have told him mom, not to drink and drive. If only they had told him mom, I would still be alive. My breath is getting shorter mom, I'm becoming very scared. Please don't cry for me mom, When I needed you, you were always there. I have one last question mom, before I say goodbye. I didn't drink and drive, so why am I the one to die.

A Special Gift Author: Natalie Gingerich Friendship is easy when you're young You play, you jump, you skip, you run But everything's complicated as the years go on A whole new age begins to dawn Your feelings go up, your feelings go down Your entire life is spinning around People talk, rumors spread You need to grow close but drift apart instead You need to work if you want to hold on But it's hard not to give up and your friendship is pawned All for a laugh that wouldn't laugh That turns into tears, dark shadows are cast You're pulled from the left, You're pulled from the right You really have to hang on tight So hold my heart and hold my arm Together we can resist all harm Stick together through thick and thin And throught the fog our friendship wins.

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