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When I was about 6 years of age, a wise old man - we will simply call him Eusebio, told me a story - and this is how it was told.
The Fair Folk
Light flickers through the trees, And filters amongst the leaves, Like little fair folk Casting spells like glitter, And floating with the wind.
The months fall to days , And the days dissipate to hours . The seconds breathe their last , And I so desperately want to hold fast .
t i m e
Words. Simple, precise, complex. Letters upon letters. Written page upon page. Contained within two small covers.
Night is upon the Earth Lost walking aimlessly through the dark the path in front looks grim and the path behind? desolate.
“Faster” I yell. My horse and I are flying, but still aren’t going to win at this pace. My friend Ven has always been a better rider than me, and it doesn’t help that I have to wear these dresses. Right before he rounded the big tree and went out of sight, he looked back and smirked. Once he was out of view, I stopped. He had already won. There was no point in continuing the race. I dismount my horse, straighten the skirt of my dress, and pull an apple from my bag. I give Winter the apple and lead her off the trail.
Waiting in anticipation
I don't think I'm ever truly living in the moment Because I'm always waiting in anticipation for something It seems like everyday is just filler for another day
Amanda Gorman Inspires
On January 20, 2021, Amanda Gorman recited her poem “The Hill We Climb” at the inauguration of President Joe Biden. Ms. Gorman, a resident and youth poet laureate of Los Angeles, and a Harvard graduate, is the youngest inaugural poet, only 22 years of age. She is also the nation’s first ever youth poet laureate. She is one of only six inaugural poets, and is in some fine company, to say the least. The first poet to read at a Presidential inauguration was Robert Frost in 1961, followed by Maya Angelou in 1993, Miller Williams in 1997, Elizabeth Alexander in 2009, Richard Blanco in 2013, and of course, Amanda Gorman in 2021. Her poem was written to call for “unity and collaboration and togetherness.”
"Tye, boy where are you at!" "I'm in my bedroom!" Tye replied. "Well come on, let's go!" "Just a minute!" Tye exclaimed.
Evanescent sun draws near
Evanescent sun draws near , Dark wraps her tendrils 'round me . Wild winds carry scent of fear — And this dread spell has bound me .
I'm so sorry I didn't experience your key moments of life with you Witness the sheer delight and wonder as you welcome your first child into the world
The world is closing around me, Circling at fall of day, And with every passing moment I wish another way. The ways in life's dark passages,