Original poems 1

SPRING TIME
The snows and bitter cold of winter
gave way to the smell of mud and sound of birds,
the hard cold ground
replaced by a living sod

Waking up to darkness
gave way to waking up to a gray horizon
animals were returning from their winter retreats
the quiet of winter was leaving

in the distanse rivers and streams were running again,
off in the distance waterfalls were running just like they used to
winter was dying, spring was on its heels.

AUGUST NIGHTS
There were no limits to these nights
summer nights, surrounded by lights
eager to see faces and hear voices that you haven't seen for months
the sound of rides, voices a sea of voices

leaves of trees, screams of joy, laughing
no problems here just you feeling at the top of the world always watching
cotton candy, caramel apples, pizza.
friends

the walk to the sleepover house
a dewy ground, lamp lights reflected off the pavement
of these quiet streets
with the shadow of leaves dancing on the summer ground.

WHERE I AM FROM
I am from the wooden blocks, from the oreo cookies
I am from the dirt on the fishing worms
I am from the massive oaks, the thyme on the hiding hill
I am from the clam bake and broad shoulders, from Nanet too and Jack of course, and also Paul.

I am from the quick to temper and the "do you know who I am?"
From "Eat your crust damnit." and "What ever you want to do with your life."
I'm from silent and holy nights
I'm from the Italian Iowans. Beans and church basement food

From Uncle West and the rattle snakes,
From The arrowhead adventures
and the water skiing boys

I am from the upstairs closet, the drawer in The Godfathers Desk
The Artifact box in he basement, and the green field that cannot be forgotten.
All streaked with dusty sunlight.
all of us burdened to thicken their brims