beautiful

Vermont
By Fred Torde
The air swooshing through the leaves. The color of the leaves is majestic. The mountains paint a background for the rest of the environment. Vermont has all of these great qualities and more. Vermont is a great state. I have been to many places, but Vermont is better. I’ve been to England, for February break, for the past six years and Ireland for one. Ireland is the most beautiful country in the world, but Vermont is the closest thing I’ve seen to Ireland. Vermont, according to my Dad, is far more beautiful than any other state in the USA. Vermont‘s rolling hills and green trees and grass, makes this state a pleasure to live in. Every fall the trees make the most beautiful colors. Red, green, and orange make the scenery beautiful.

to me, vermont means beautiful. a hill, filled with colored leafes, like a beautiful painting in the autmn. beautiful snowflakes are caught on a most delicate branch of a winter tree. flowers braking through the remains of snow, everything comes backin the spring. a gentle warmth filling the air, warming you whole body from head to toe, in the summer. we're lucky we live in vermont

How lovely does the rain fall,
as if it's trying to send out a call.
So beautiful as it might seem to be,
sometimes it is not so beautiful to me.
When the lightning cracks abd the wind howls,
that's when you hear a long low growl.
Warnings come about flah floods,
while people try to get home through the muds.
When all you can see is darkness and grey,
it take's the sunshine out of your day.
Then something hit's you that's hard and wet,
and you know that the Heavens just let.
Go of the hail,
and you start to wail.
"Why here, why now,
that one really hurt ow!"
Then somehow as if they heard your plea,
they open the clouds and sunshine rains on me.
Then the lightning stops and the thunders gone,
and all of a sudden I hear John.
"Look at that rainbow, it's as preety as can be,"
now the light rainfall is beautiful to me.

Can you tell that its hard to breath,
When you walk by,
Or look at me?

Can’t you tell that I fake a smile,
When you don’t talk to me
For a while?
Or…
When you talk about being single,
Or about the perfect one?

I bet she’s beautiful,
The one you dream about.
I bet she’s filled with confidence,
Where as I am filled with doubt.

She must be talented,

I couldn't stop thinking
that her tears
were the most
beautiful things
I had ever seen,

so delicate,
so potent
with pain.

I wanted
to kiss them gently
off her face,
each one a star,
glittering faintly
in the collapsing universe
of her body.

I can't help feeling
guilty, though,
for thinking how beautiful
tragedies
can be.

Finally,
I am beautiful.
I am not the invisible anymore.
I am here,
And I am making myself known.
At first,
I was scared.
But now,
I am glad that I made the decision
To cut
My hair.

The sun has finally broken through the sky of gray, illuminating the world with deep orange and red colors. Finally, I can look out the window and say "Today is a beautiful day- even though it is almost over.” Bare branches of leafless trees reach out and touch each other, grasping for the warm embrace of the suns rays as it descends.

When the world goes round
I will make my bound
I will sound a horn to let people
Know i am here, here on the ground
The sun goes down
It's probably time to go back
To town
Where the birds chirp and the
Children play all day long
Fast asleep with lovely
Dreams that escape into
Reality!