~Michelle~
Last March of the Ents
Wise Giants of the Forest they be.
Ages and Ages they had to see.
orange, deep Eyes have they.
though Today, a Visit with Saruman they have to pay.
unleashing their Wrath against the Orthanc Walls,
stand do they tall.
for the Ents though, this is no Matter
they can make much Clatter.
Deep rumbling Voices,
a River making loud Noises,
Clash! Clash!
the Wizard’s Hold falls to Ruin.
this War the Ents have fallen in
though just with Isengard,
it is Fangorn Forest they will guard.
Books and Dreams
Book
fake, fun
feeling, living, loving
want it to happen
Dream
Garden
Birds flying about
A stream flowing down a hill
The sun rising now
Loneliness
Loneliness is like an empty cave with no lights
It sounds like one hand clapping
tastes like burnt toast without butter
smells like a volcano’s ash
looks like a drawing without color
feels like you have a swollen heart
It makes me feel alone.
My Friend Cassie
My friend Cassie Barrett
Once had a pet ferret
Then it bit her ear
And she filled with fear
But it only wanted a carrot
Snake in Me
There is a snake in me,
with scales like stone.
It hisses like a whisper
It slithers like an old memory
It lives in my heart
and makes me jealous
I wish it went away.
Teachers and Officers
Always watching
Giving orders
Though there to help
And a good will
Far better Dreams
Here I stand, lost in disbelief.
I had the chance,
but did I take it?
No.
Maybe it’s for the best
but that I can’t see.
From now on I’ll walk in shame
shrouded in fear
but inspired only by dreams
for I am alone.
How did this come to be?
I may not ever know
But maybe, just maybe
it’s for the best.
If I get another chance
I may not take it
for I have now, far better dreams.
Life
The road may not be straight
It may not be so smooth
Nor will the sun always be out
But one must journey on
How far does it go?
Where does it lead?
One cannot be sure
But one must journey on
Why must this path be followed?
If one wants to know
One must journey on…
Magic Place
There’s a magic to this place
Lofty peaks
River’s sweetness
Homesake valley
Wooden Victorians
Eastern end
Gazing over the valley
The redwoods, the light and the water,
The way the morning fog moves inland
From the coast along the river
The pace is slower
The roads less crowded
Mighty rivers tumble
Floods in winter
You can grow whatever you want here
Grassy hills
Crashing pacific surf
Shady ravines
The vines give way to forest
Remarkably fertile
Cultivated grapes
The riverine road becomes a sun-dappled
Tunnel of green passing
Honey sunlight
I know the magic
Queen Imagination
My hair is like the leaves that hang
From a willow tree.
My eyes are like gray stones
That pierce into one’s very thought.
My lips are like dry flower petals
Always searching for nourishment
In the dark.
Still, my heart holds wonder
As green and golden
As a new sun rising over a young meadow.
I live in a different world,
A fantasy,
And swallow my fears.
