Autumns Past

I did a second take. The poem is written on the leaves and I am the tree, seen a lot of autumns. I love it every time.

Storm

Poems for two voices... this one was one voice, one techie.

Leaf Haikus

Maybe

maybe the sun will never come up tomorrow

maybe I will see rain fall down on me

the clock is ticking fast my heart is racing

as my pencil kisses the page I grow nervous

maybe the sun will come up tomorrow

maybe rain won't fall on me

but the clock is still ticking

and my heart is still racing

the bell has rung as I put up my chair up

I wonder why I say maybe when I can say what if.

Michigan

Every day you hear the frenzied cheer,

Hail to the victors.

The band,

The team,

All coming together.

That is Michigan.

The game,

Everyone standing and singing,

Hail to the victors.

That is Michigan.

The crowd yellow and blue,

Different writing on each shirt,

Hail to the victors.

That is Michigan.

Every day you hear the frenzy cheer,

Hail to the conquering heroes.

We are Michigan!