Not as Sure as Frost

This was actually a blast to write! I kept the syllable count and rhyming scheme the same. Not even just the same rhyming scheme... All the same words. Except Frost used "undergrowth" and I just used "growth" but hey, we can pretend it was "under growth."

“Two roads diverged in a yellow wood”

Uncertain as I contemplated both

As a lonely traveler I stood

Conflicted, I thought as hard as I could

Of where they led through the twisted growth

Then I sat and cried, “life’s just not fair.”

Not knowing which outcome I would claim

High, low I searched  for any signs of wear

Had anyone passed by there?

Had someone before struggled the same?

All I wanted was to quit and lay

Down, and let the world fade to black

Oh, if angels would guide me through this day

Because I’ve completely lost my way

I even doubt I could find my way back

A prayer escapes my lips as a sigh

Will I make it to see days hence?

“Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,”

I… well both had been traveled by

So I quit. What is the difference?

For Uncle D.

This lyric poem/song I wrote for my class is for my Uncle Daren. I love you Uncle D. I'm glad you can now rest with Grampa. Give my little Willy dog some loves too!

V2:

I woke up today

To your momma on the phone

“It can’t be true, it can’t be true!”

What happened to you?

What happened to the tow head boy?

The one I never got to know.

The one so filled with life.

What happened to you?

Chorus:

Your beautiful soul was always weary from the fight.

Fighting the dance that the devil always led.

The dance that never ended.

How life must have seemed, living in a place so dark.

V2:

Now we’re here, without you

Trying to imagine the life that led,

To your all too soon death.

It hurts to breathe each breath.

Your boys now walk, without you.

You were their best friend,

More than just their dad.

But now it hurts to breathe each breath.

Chorus:

Your beautiful soul was always weary from the fight.

Fighting the dance that the devil always led.

The dance that never ended.

How life must have been, living in a place so dark.

Bridge:

I prayed, I prayed so hard

That it wasn’t really true.

But now you’re gone.

And we’re left to carry on.

But that’s okay, yeah that’s ok.

Because now you have made it home

Chorus:

Your beautiful soul now rests from the fight.

Drugs and demons can’t lead anymore.

Your wearisome dance is over.

Now rest, rest in a place that is now so light.

Idaho Concrete Poem

Okay.... Not going to lie... I think this is pretty legit. It was fun to do. :D

  I left my

  heart   in

 a magical

  place. A

  place that

  holds years

 of wonder and

 awe. A place that

 knows me  better

 than any  other place

  I’ve been.  This place

  has changed me and

     molded me into the

       person I am now.

     The forests, trees, creeks,

    and open skies instilled in

  me a  love for God’s  works.

The harshness of the winters has

taught me to be patient and to endure.     My  small

town is where I  learned the  small-town work  ethic;

you don’t get what you don’t earn  and earning what

you want takes  a little bit of  sweat  and  tears. Here

I  learned  that  you  don’t  have  to  be  blood  to  be

family.  Brothers  and  sisters  are  made  throughout

years of school together. We relied on  each other to

be happy. This place will forever  hold my heart and

soul. I  am a small  town  girl  through  and  through.

It’s who I will always be. Forever. Thanks IDAHO

for  shaping  me  into  something  more  than  I  was.

Teasing a Clown - A Limerick

Wrote this for an assignment in my Creative Writing class. Here goes!

I once saw a very sad clown.
Trudging through the middle of town.
I said, "Hey what's that?!"
Then I stole his hat.
That clown chased me 'round and around.

I'm a Mormon

Check it out! Hopefully I'll get this link as a gadget on the side bar, but I haven't figured it out yet.