I Worry...

Sometimes I worry that I’ll move to the end of the world, That chickens will attack I worry that duct tape wont stick, That I’ll never be able to unpack Sometimes I worry that I’ll lose a book, That I’ll forget my name. I worry that I’ll fail the 7th grade, Or that I’ll never get to play a game. Sometimes I worry my family will leave me, That my computer will talk back. I worry that fish will grow legs and take over the world. I worry that the sky will fall, I’ll get lost in amaze and won’t get out, And the freaky nerd boy will ask me out on a date. The thing I worry most about is that I’ll run out of things to Worry about

I Don't Understand

I don’t understand Why politicians go bad Why people start wars Why famous people think they have it so hard But most of all Why anyone swears Why people go hungry Why the world sees it one way and we all agree Why most of us turn our heads and pretend not to see What I do understand is Why people care Why the times must change Why all good things must come to an end Why a solider gives his life for his nation

Ambition

All ties to human kind severed Hope for the future lost Nothing left to be treasured One bridge left to be crossed Hope for the future lost Your ambition took you too far One bridge left to be crossed Just because you wanted that new car Your ambition took you too far Lost sight of what really matters Just because you wanted that new car Any love for others shattered Lost sight of what really matters Nothing left to be treasured Any love for others shattered All ties to human kind broken

Anger is

Losing to a cheater Meeting a big liar War with millions of dead Best friend talking about you behind your back Getting yelled at for something you never did

Penny From Your Heart

Love has four legs and a tail It is graceful and poise There to warm and comfort When the blizzard is raging The cat with his yarn A kitten with her first mouse Fire when it snows Cider when it rains And asks but a penny From your heart

Too Young

Petite and sweet at the naïve age of four
When she holds his hand, he grins
She gets a strange feeling and wants to know more
She asks her mom who says “Your too young, tell you when you’re older”

Fourteen years later and now she’s eighteen
He kisses her hand with a laugh and a smile
That feeling, she’s so confused what does it mean
Asks and mama says “Your too young, tell you when your older”

Three years more and it happens again
But now the kiss lingers and the smile so sweet
The time has come she’s much more than ten
But mama shakes her head “Your too young, tell you when you’re older”

Less than a month and he is back
The kiss moved to the cheek and a whisper so sweet
 Feeling now familiar but the knowledge she lacks
“What is it?” she questions “Your too young, maybe next year”

One year later still as innocent as snow
He’s on one knee and holding a ring
Now she much know
She asks and mama simply says “its love”

His Eyes

His eyes Sparkle like stars She giggles and runs away His eyes Smile as he helps her Her daddy says not today His eyes Are kind and loving But she doesn’t see, he’s just a friend His eyes Crackle with anger and envy She takes no notice there are other things to tend His eyes Plead for permission What her daddy is thinking he can only guess His eyes Are scared but full of love Now she sees it gives her the courage to say “Yes”

Pride

 Knees bent waiting
Poised senses on high alert
Womph!
It connects with you teammates foot
Poking prodding punching
You fight for your place
Then suddenly all is
Silent
You jump, he jumps
Crack!
Your elbow connects with his nose
Your head with the ball
He is bleeding the nose broken
But that doesn’t matter now the ball
Went in, we won
Joyful teammates surround you
Fighting free you find him
Bleeding on the field you help him up
Congratulate him on a job well done
But You don’t apologize
He doesn’t want that
You have your pride and he has his

Stone Trees

My perch rivals that of an
Eagles, but my view is much less pleasant.
Stone trees and metal vines for
Miles around.
My people as ants far
Beneath my seat.
The gumdrop of a sun
Near my head.
The wind blows toward me
And I taste the cars exhaust.
Beneath my feet lays the
City.
My Urban Forest.

Talk to the Animals

I find that is it such a pity that we cannot talk to the animals,

though if we could I wonder what they'd say.

Would they mention how silly we all look,

running from place to place?

Would they comment on our clothing,

and wonder at its purpose?

Would they imform us of our bad habits?

(for we know they know them all)

Would they yell and scold,

for stealing all their land?

I wonder how our lives would change,

if we could stroll with the lions,

and lie with the lambs.

I wonder would we care a little more?

Would we walk a little slower?

Would we talk a little softer?

I wonder what would happen if we could talk to the animals....