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They hope for Bright suns and Beautiful flowers Whispering butterflies flowing streams and Peace But They get Wild storms and Blazing fires Thundering crashes Rushing floods and Life
By Felicity Smith
To See The Stars
Gazing from a mountaintop Into the velvet sky Thousands of glittering diamonds Do I see. Confined to this mountaintop Like an animal in a cage I only look on In amazement. It is then that I realize How blind the world is To live But not comprehend. It, too, is confined to a mountaintop Unable to take notice Of its own True beauty. Behold Every river, lake, and stream Each animal and insect Nature. Realize In order to see the stars You must open your eyes To the world. Forget All about your war and your violence And take hold of the beauty Of earth.
By Felicity Smith
I dust the mantle Maybe once a year On a whim, just to be nice. But this time, I knocked the glass egg To the floor, on accident. As it fell, I could've thought "Catch it" but instead "Move out of the way." And instead of dying, Great Grandad could've Come home from the war And made a dozen more eggs, Instead of just this one. Or instead of glass blowing He could've taken up woodworking And made Great Grandma A nice, solid birdhouse Instead of a glass egg Which was inherited by me And broken, by me Into a million pieces, So that every time someone Finds a piece with their bare foot They'll think of me And how I broke Great Grandma's glass egg; Not about how I was dusting Just to be nice.By Jessica Brandt
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