Project Three

The Crow

Looking down upon the child playing in the overgrown grass field in front of that old farmhouse I feel a sense of joy. The child I have watched over for all these years is all grown up. She is so peaceful and carefree and I envy her joy. I remember the joy in the…

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3 Poems:

“The Path”

I had traveled the path

Many times before.

I recognized the tall buildings

That made me feel so small.

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#1- A simple “Thank you”

You tell me the boxes are too heavy,

But keep demanding that I carry more.

You give me piles and lists,

But no means to complete them.

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Game Day

Walking to the locker room,

Another night under the lights,

In the spotlight for everyone to see,

With the team beside him,

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The First Half of a Second

The first half a second… this is all I had to overcome to do the skill. But this first half a second had pearls of sweats formulating on my hands and feet, had my stomach doing more flips and turns than my actual physical body was actually…