Stars by Abbi Wharton

Stars

Do you ever lean back on

the cool summer grass at night

and look up at the stars?

Do you ever see the pictures?

Do you ever connect the dots?

Do you hear the stories about

dippers and bears and warriors

and such?

Do you admire the beauty

of the inky black blue sky

and the twinkling nightlights

trapped inside,

like fireflies in a spider’s web?

Have you ever wondered

what they’re made of?

Maybe gas and light

or fireflies and rain?

Maybe angels and dreams?

Have you ever watched them appear

as the sun is chased off to bed?

Have you ever watched them disappear

as they drift away to play again soon?

So have you ever leaned back

on the cool summer grass

and wondered what I

have wondered?

Trampoline by Abbi Wharton

Trampoline

Up and down

down and up.

Round about

and don’t slow down,

twirl and flip through the air!

The world is upside, right-side any side way!

Giggling and laughing,

yelling and smiles.

The more the merrier;

the higher we go!

The sky seems nearer,

the ground never still

as we go high

and low

with no in between.

For life is good

on the trampoline.

The West by Abbi Wharton

The West

There was a time when the west was feared.

There was a time when only the bravest ventured.

There was a time when the story of the West was written on the saddle of a horse.

When natives worshiped the plentiful and beautiful earth they lived on.

When horses ran free, hoof beats many, but hearts beating as one.

Then came the time where the natives were driven away.

Then came the time when the horses were restrained.

But nothing came without a fight.

Now the west is still as beautiful, still holding the glory of former days.

Now the west is conquered by the fantastic achievements of man.

Now the West holds more people that go on everyday with their lives,

not realizing what the west once was and still is.

The west was once a place of mystery, now a place of familiarity.

So don’t pass by the west without remembering what it once was.

Where natives worshiped the plentiful and beautiful earth they lived on.

Where the horses ran free, hoof beats many, but hearts beating as one.

Love and War by Abbi Wharton

All is fair

in love and war

they say.

But how is war love?

How is love war?

A man can have love

to defend his homeland.

One can fight

for the one they love.

But is it really fair?

A crazy riddle

this may be.

But when is war love?

How is love war?