Literature
"Infinity"
by Katie
grade 9
Amherst High School
Amherst
Teacher - Mary Wick
Friends are a story waiting to be open on Christmas morn when all is rest I will wake
up the moon half shows on some nights then the book turns a page to a full sized eye
connected to little villains showing their strength only to hide from the fire inside
closing the closet into a stream of gold dust that a sled can ride up a hill in the dusk
cornfields are a glow with the fall smell of dew and soil churned butter brings back the
few memories of lost childhood when we didn't watch movies laying on an oriental rug
inside a mansion is not I a star hung in the sky compared to a blazing red dress on the
person he loves most is all true is not any of it a lie? the questions that people
ask are to understand the knowledge of someone else some where out there lies a mind full
of pictures; white waterfalls, sandy deserts, snowy forest paint the walls but to be there
where three little beings that are underlooked in the real world but in the fairy tale of
the brothers was an overcome of the overlooked enemy in the dark staring with fire eyes
under a black book with a golden brown horse it never crossed his mind little people
appreciated with sorrow how ever will we know how the story goes away on the tail of the
wind where everlasting eyes and ears only should know the existence of temptation so many
people ignore the beauty of a demon outside and in are the reasons to dress warm where
everyone has a hope that the fight for more dreams will never feel exactly like love and
joy are fulfilled in the surroundings of a union into infinity counting the seasons and
the different summers and falls we talk to it to share ideas and simple thoughts that wish
to let out the cry to be held and hold out the hand to be around when there are fireworks
in the sky to celebrate a country for where people choose to die a consequence unheard of
yet so very told in the end we will know that life can be a blossoming flower coming to
unfold the wrinkled bed where you sleep in moon, rise in sun a day has begun let's see
what is to become of the old when they leave us where do they sing where do they wail they
haven't told us face to face people decide to be here for a reason, striving to survive
that is a will that is a way we can earn trust in an enemy so very far away and destroy
the path often used between neighbors as you and I we cannot conclude out "how do you
do's" for one person is better than any one of you at a time we are brought to live
of love and hate and content and ambition like the daughter who has a goal to say to her
mother good day sir do you wish for paper or plastic do you wish to ruin the ozone or do
you wish to run out of oxygen never by the hairs on my chinny chin chin are the thoughts
of a hero to save this to save that small piece of hope inside a fossil with gone images
that never live into the future they can see but do not touch it's too expensive it may
break then we must pay for the harm we have done who knows when the words will be said
again only to be repeated by their children's children sliding down a mountain is a rose
cheeked companion ready to play not afraid of bumble bees or grass stains on his clothes
is a patch that represents infinity forever people will ask the same question without an
answer they think it would be great if I could be or they could be or I could have
wherever the answer lies I hope it's not found for the sake of our future we would be lost
without a question as wouldn't it be great if.......
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