Stuff

First I'd like to give a shout out to Lindsey for helping me today. Due to her help I have been able to sort through a box of paper from my past. I stumbled across quite a bit of poetry I wrote in High School. I was going to post some of it, but its really bad. I went through a phase of writing silly poetry. I may post some in the future, if I'm bored. But then I came across a poem I wrote a few years ago that is one of my favorites. So even if you think it's no good, I like it, so there.

In the middle of it all
Under cloudy trees and bluish skies
In medias res
On the sea green grass
The wind stirs and sighs and heaves
And the sun shines brightly in its heavens
And I sit with my back against the rough bark
Of some unknown tree
That stretches skyward without bending or swaying
Its arms stretching to encompass the earth
In its far reaching embrace.

I watch the world from this vantage point
Wondering and waiting
Sheltered from any storms that fill the sky
With purple clouds and gray rains.

I often sit and think about the tree behind me
I have almost forgotten what it looks like
I think it has leaves of gold
And I think it’s really tall
And in the spring I feel it bleed.

Sometimes I fell like turning around
But I am comfortable and warm.
With my back turned the wind might blow
And the storms may rage
And I may find myself unprotected.

Then the winter comes
And I grow cold
And some compelling force
Turns me around
Until I am kneeling in the snow
And my tears fall like raindrops
And they warm the earth below me
And my blessed tree covers me.

I hope you enjoyed that.