Random Things I Wrote

Another Poem Thingie

This one is kinda bad, but I put a lot of my real feelings into it so I still like it. I know it's bad, please don't hate.  - Ives

Once when I was five we moved home, to my Grandma's house I did roam.

Through the land ran a stream winding, swift and pretty and so clear,

On the edge sat many sticks calling, racing down rapids falling.

The sticks went slow at first crawling, speeding up as they came near.

My racing stick choice was the best, 'cause there were no others near,

My stick wins, I give a cheer.

When I was ten, always learning, each new skill and knowledge yearning.

On a huge horse, tall and strong, riding and jumping full of fear.

Next learning ice skating, cold and frozen nights, on the ice shaking.

New can be frustrating, in spring the ice melts, new streams appear.

In spring the pond is lively, snakes and salamanders appear

I can learn, I give a cheer.

Now older, Grandpa's health failing, the plan to move now unveiling.

This summer the house sold, the moving trucks came, I shed a tear.

The new house is strange and small, void of memories, cold above all

Past perfection compared is the downfall, echoes I hold dear.

Knowing that this change was best for them, and not what I hold dear.

Change is hard, I hope I cheer.