Poetry A Small Collection

School Yard Days

I was bullied by the Robinson twins

Two menacing brats who use rocks as irony and as a way to torture their victims

Thrown down a hill, I knew they had

gotten the best of me

But I decided to show them my

coming of age

I took the long way home

Ducking them out

Surviving my school yard day's

Feeling a moment of relief

The Lamb

The lamb bounced falling a continuous breath

Fatigue

It leaped again against the wind on its feet

Untill its ankles ached

The gate finally opens and

forward it went for its freedom

Turnips

Oh how I love planting

Them

And watching them grow

How good they are

For mind, body and soul

These turnips

Growing seeds of

perfection

All the more profound