The Writer in Me
The silent, stillness of dark before light.
Nothing but the sounds of the people in the house
soaking up the precious few hours before dawn.
And the clarity of the crickets.
And me.
Me in the same spot each morning.
Me with my coffee, the pages of my notebook
and the familiar grip of my favorite mechanical pencil.
Me with my thoughts, frustrations, dreams and reflections.
The words on stark white lines flow more freely in this hour.
The marriage and harmony of the rhythm and rhyme.
A symphony and celebration of a seamless stringing
of theory, speculation, articulation and thinking.
Robbing my intellect and creativity of its momentum.
Shaking my utopia into the reality of the work day.
Showers, lunches, clothes, buses, jobs.
The repeated pattern of Mother Nature.
Morning into night,
night into morning.
Over and over with a fresh start.
Starting anew each day
The Athlete in Me
by Ethan G, 5th Grade Heritage
What is it about sports?
The tapping of sticks on ice.
The sound of the ball hitting the webbing
in your glove.
The scream of victory.
The cry of defeat.
The sweat dripping down your face.
The championship game.
The sound of water splashing in your mouth.
The sound the bat makes when you hit the ball.
The walk-off hit.
The game winning goal.
What is it about sports?
The bit of pain coming through your body.
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