The Promise
When they say I can’t I will.
When they say forget I will remember.
When they say it’s over I will keep going.
When they say all is over I will maintain hope.
When they say walk I will run.
When they will curse me I will walk with pride.
When they lose I will hold me head high.
When they give up I will fight.
When they will sulk I will sing.
When they drag I will dance.
I’m not they.
I dare to be different.
I dare to be me.
That is the promise.
Summer
Summer is for sure God’s gift to children.
But adults do not see the same magic that is kept in the beauty of the season.
Think about it for a moment…
Sleeping late
Bonfires
Friends
Fireworks
Cook outs
Hotdogs
Pools
Movies
Late nights
Flip flops
Shorts
Flip Flops
Games
Grass
Walks
Think about the small things…
Long talks with best friends
Walking barefoot in the fresh grass at night
Camp fires with stories and S’mores and sodas and laughs
All day long pool trips
Laying out and watching a firework show on an old quilt
Think about things you don’t have to think about…
Homework
Teachers
Learning
Papers
Lessons
Classes
School Lunches
School Bathrooms
Summer is freedom
Summer is what kids stand the school year for
Summer is what renews the soul and brings joy
Now if we could only make summer last our whole lives and all year round.
Not my best but what do you think?
By Luci M
The elves, they sit in their hollow hills, laughing at man's whims and wills.
They walk our world, though we don't see; they touch our lives invisibly.
A gust of wind, a haunting song, that voice that's in your dreams life-long,
a sound in the night you know can't be, the cat's eyes staring back at me.
If you have seen or heard these things, then you have touched the elves.
They move through our world in the corner of your eye
like something you want, but you don't know why.
They are our unknown dreams, and our heart-felt cry
and we've been drawn to them from the dawn of time.
They are the deepest hurt and perfect desire.
It is hard to find words for the feelings they inspire.
If you have ever known or felt these things, then you have touched the elves.
The lords and ladies are unearthly and like nothing we've ever known;
they don't fit inside our boxes, they don't let themselves be owned.
The fey are wild and wonderful, yet horrible and untamed.
Once the fey have touched you, you will never be the same.
It gives me chills up my back now to write these words
yet I know somehow I must make them heard – for I have touched the elves.
