Oct 20
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Wildflower

As the weather changes from summer into fall.

I sit in a field surrounded by flowers. 

Feeling the warm summer breeze on my face.

As the kind wind blows gently across the grass.

I watch in amazement as in the field sits a beautiful and bright wildflower.

As it grows each day.

Becoming stronger and bigger. 

Before finally hitting a full grown flower. 

Proud and tall.

Standing out amongst the smaller flowers that surround it. 

But as the days pass and the weather changes

things change

The air grows cold and the wind becomes distant and angry. 

One by one the smaller flowers begin to leave. 

Running from the cold that is ahead. 

Until eventually all that remains is the once tall and proud flower.

Now wilting and shriveled. 

Crying and missing the days of warmth and sunshine.
Oct 20
Ethanlacross's picture

Wildflower

As the weather changes from summer into fall.

I sit in a field surrounded by flowers. 

Feeling the warm summer breeze on my face.

As the kind wind blows gently across the grass.

I watch in amazement as in the field sits a beautiful and bright wildflower.

As it grows each day.

Becoming stronger and bigger. 

Before finally hitting a full grown flower. 

Proud and tall.

Standing out amongst the smaller flowers that surround it. 

But as the days pass and the weather changes

things change

The air grows cold and the wind becomes distant and angry. 

One by one the smaller flowers begin to leave. 

Running from the cold that is ahead. 

Until eventually all that remains is the once tall and proud flower.

Now wilting and shriveled. 

Crying and missing the days of warmth and sunshine.
Oct 09
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The boat


The rowboat rocks gently on the waves 

Bouncing up in down in rhythm with the ocean 

A bird sits on the top of the hull 

Squawking at the water and the fish below 

Hoping to catch itself dinner before the sunsets 

As might slowly approaches the waves start to speed up 

And soon enough it’s pitch black out 

The only light for miles is the glowing of the moon and stars 

As the waves start to slam into the boat 

The bird clings to the boat squawking in distress 

Disturbing the fish below and causing them to scatter 

The boat starts to shake violently and the bird squawks louder 

Hanging on and trying its hardest to not get wet 

But it’s not use 

The water hits the side of the boat and goes soaring into the now soaked inside 

The bird gives in and takes flight