| King of Everything |
| Well, why not? At age 2, you can be anything...and when you are 15 - you are! He is the reason all of us have these nicknames, which work perfectly well on the internet. |
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| Top of the Ramp Summer, 2005 |
| Catch of the Day, first of a full creel. National Boy Scout Jamboree 2005. |
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| Butterfly Landing |
| My Poetry Collection
And Some School Assignments, 2004-2006 |
| The following were written for fun during the fall of 2006
, high school freshman
Mostly Haiku Collection Clear black skies The moon watches serenely Little stars twinkle brightly. **** The wind's breath Across the little rice fields Oh the powers of God. **** Pink blossoms on twig Petals fall as the wind blows Beautiful nature. **** Melancholy days Dreaming of things to come Sorrows rain down. **** A muzzle flashes Crimson blood falls to the floor A murder committed. **** The red rose droops A painful sight to behold Love breaks to pieces. ("I can't believe I actually wrote this one.") |
| A Soldier's Strife (ballad)
A man awoke inside his tent, then got out of his bed. He put on his fatigues, and ate his stale bread. He put his tan boots on, he wondered as he lay. Would he die on the battlefield, or live another day? He grabbed his M-16, and filled it with cold lead. When he left his tent, he found his friend was dead. He saw an insurgent running, he aligned him in his sight. He slowly squeezed the trigger, and gave him quite a fright. The Pilot (dramatic) A dreary morning A casket draped Shots ringing out Black everywhere An airman lost His fighter smashed A family sad A country proud |
| Winter Holidays (narrative)
Celebrations are coming, Happy holidays to all. We start very early, Waiting excitedly for fall. Leaves begin to scatter, Beautiful colors for fall. Flakes begin to float down, Crackling fires call. Sitting by the fireplace, Family gathered 'round. Sounds of fun and laughter, Thanksgivings heard all around. Holidays are merry, Eyes twinkling bright. all the children talking about, Christmas Eve night. They'll jump into their beds, Squinting closed their eyes. Waiting for the sounds that say, Christmas is on its way. Celebrations are coming, Happy holidays to all. We wait for this yearly, At the end of fall. My Dog Jessie (limerick) Brown with ears like wings of flight, My dog she is quite a sight. She stands aloof at the door, A pile that lays on the floor. She couldn't make it through the night. Lyric Poetry (haiku) A lonely sparrow hops upon the snow and prints sets of maple leaves. *** Drinking my hot tea without sugar makes no difference to me. |