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The Hockey Player
Memories
The crowd was silent. The last seconds ticked away. Sweat dripped down my forehead, over my nose and into my chin guard . I skated up slowly . Moving the puck from side to side. Slap! The puck flew through the air and struck the inside of the post. The whistle blew . The game was won!
Make a wish
Close your eyes
See your dreams
In the skies
Feel the wind
In the trees
Hear the magic
A birds' song weaves See the rainbow After the rain
Hear the whistle
Of the train
Look and listen
For good things
Wait for the future And what it brings.
Take each day
One at a time Always remember This special rhyme.
Crystal Armbrust
A Boy Watching His Father Cut Wood
The teeth of the chain saw spun around faster than I could think. These razor sharp edges chewed their way into the tree trunk. Sap dripped from the fangs of the blade. Throughout the forest the howl of the saw echoed. Tree after tree fell to the whirling chain. Like dead soldiers on a battlefield, the fallen timber lay row upon row.
Herman Silligmann
Dean Bellinger
They Stayed inside me until today
And then they all began to play
Played around in my mind
The things I thought I could never find.
They are the things of my past The things that could never last I never knew they'd go away
I always thought they would stay
False Tears
Are these false tears? That flow down my cheek? Or are they real?
For I'm afraid to speak.
My sobs of misery Choke my only voice Happiness or you? Can I make a choice?
Why not both? I ask
with tears in my eyes
I want everything perfect Nothing more to disguise.
I think of all the good times
We shared throughout the years But when I think of all the pain
It only brings my tear.
Are these false tears?
That flow down my cheek?
Or are they real?
My voice too choked to speak.
Laura Recchia
Sleigh Ride Romantic, Peaceful Sliding, Jingling, Gliding A Crisp Winter Night Sleigh Ride
Tim Foley
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