Troy VanEngelen

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Troy's creative "flow" erupted during high school in 'small-town' Idaho.  He found a voice for his teen angst, and he let that voice speak from time to time.

He has since all but given up on writing, in exchange for a busy career and life in California.  The few gems on these pages are all that remain of his creative burst.

I hope to uncover more of Troy's relics in the future to post here.

The Good Ol' Days

I want to remember the days of old.
The days of childhood,
When all things were great.
The days of Cowboys and Indians,
And green peas on my plate.
The days of school,
When it was considered fun.
The days of careless dreaming,
When lying in the sun.
The days of friends,
When playing practical jokes.
The days of neverending...
So why did they?




Reaching for the Sky

A lone, red balloon,
Held in a child's grasp,
Sparkling int he sun.
Suddenly let go,
Effortlessly riding
The wind, like a stallion
Free to run wild.
That child's life,
Like that balloon, rising high
And going so far.




Brain Storm

An ice storm,
Like the branches of my mind.
Cold and dangerous,
Where thoughts grow in spurts,
Like weeds.
then it calms to brittle reality,
And a balance is created once again.



Copyright 1989-2000, Troy E. VanEngelen - Reprinted with permission.

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