Reid@YWP

A house stands on crooked stilts 

On the edge of a cliff 

Braced only by 

Wood beams and 

Rocky shoulders 

The little moments 

Are the best kind of moments 

Walking through the soccer field 

Finishing off my ice cream sandwich 

The wind in my face. 

It’s the little moments 

I finished the story, 

How can that be true? 

I don't want it to end, 

What are their futures? 

It doesn't feel real, 

And I can't believe it is over. 

10 years i've spent here
this cottage by the sea

these 10 years i've spent here
have become a part of me

long i've stood on this shore
the tides come in and out
and so my heartbeat follows:
in and out

A tundra desert stretches as far as the eye can see: 

far away, one might glimpse 
a wandering soul 

a little fox, 
fur white as the snow 
eyes blue as the coldest mountain creek 

Isn't it funny 

how you can write 

your life's story 

with a realization 

that changed your world 

and have no one 

ever read it? 

Isn't it funny