Mark is from Utah. He is married with 3 children. He survived the tumultuous teenage years.
I used to be...but now...
I used to be a baby that crawled, but now I am a young man that can run.
I used to be bad at sports, but now I am good at playing them.
I used to be watched over by my parents, but now I am doing things by myself.
I used to be…
I will be growing for the rest of my life.
Eating, digging, looking
One’s small, one’s big
Swimming, splashing, eating
Drawing (Tanka Poem)
It is fun to draw.
Drawing takes time and practice.
Drawing takes effort.
You need imagination.
Good utensils are needed.
You need good paper also.
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Baseball Games (Cameo Poem)
Very fun to hit a home-run.
It takes a lot of strength and speed.
It’s very boring to watch.
Crunching, smashing, blocking
You might get hurt
Football can be fun.
It is fun to score touchdowns.
It can be hard, too.
Shooting, dunking, jumping
Very fun to play
Any sport can be fun.
Basketball and football are my favorites.
Catching a football is fun.
Diving for the ball is sometimes fun.
Sports are fun.
All sports take practice.
Baseball is my third favorite sport.
Catching baseballs can be fun.
Diving for a base is sometimes helpful.
Sports may be difficult to play.
I am better than Michael Jordan in basketball.
I am better than Jose Canseco in baseball.
I am better than Joe Montana in football
Strong-Know-It-All (Lie Poem)
I get the best grades in school.
I am stronger than a weightlifter.
I’m more powerful than Superman
My Third Eye
My third eye can see any place I wish to see.
It can see hidden treasures.
My third eye can use x-ray and infra-red vision.
My third eye can see where objects are that have been lost.
My third eye can see how things work.
It can shoot laser blasts.
It can show me how to get out of trouble.
It can show me answers to problems that I have.
It can show me answers to my school work.
It can see through objects.
Is not happy, it’s not fun to have, or uplifting.
It makes me want to be by myself.
It makes me want to get away from everyone, it makes me mad sometimes, and it also makes me cry sometimes.
I wish I wasn’t so mean.
I know I shouldn’t yell at everyone I see.
People try to avoid me.
They run away from me.
If I were to walk down a crowded hall, people would frantically run and get out of the way, just so I wouldn’t get mad.
© 2019 Mark Richardson