Sara's Original Poems
Snow, ice, freezing rain All that shoveling's such a pain-- Puts my body in a strain. Here it comes, here it comes, After snow comes bright, blue sun, All that snow is such good fun. Huck those cliffs on that sick run.
My corner of the world sleeps Mostly silent, subtracting the Sounds of snores and the cooing and crying Of the little ones. You may think it’s peaceful-- Not for long! There is a beastly storm coming, As soon as they wake up that is. If they never open their eyes, They’ll be too blinded to see the storm. Oh, But the violent storm is coming Either way. Only a few Of us see it coming. We will be prepared. We will wake up loved ones We will seek shelter, And we will survive. Open your eyes, and Save your lives. Get to safety now.
At lower elevations, At the beginning of my journey, I am captivated by A cacophony of colors. The trail winds its way Next to a heavy-flowing stream. This path should’ve been named “Waterfall Way.” As time goes on, the path gets steeper And rougher. Further up, towards the top of the trail, Tons of coniferous trees Let the light shine bright. Little orange needles litter the path. I could take other trails To higher elevations, But up there it snowed, And I think I should head back Because silly Sara Didn’t bring her snowshoes Or any other winter gear. I’m happy with my little hike To Brad’s Bluff, Lila’s Ledge, Crystal Cascades, And Lowe’s Bald Spot; No need for the 5,000’ mountaintops. Not today, anyway.
I like the roads where the trees Make a canopy over the route. I like the journey that makes me feel Lost, but not a scary lost: a Lost that says “let’s explore our way Out of here.” I like the trails that bring me to Where flowers grow, but trees don’t. I like my summits windy, and I like my parking areas muddy. I like my life wild out there, And peaceful in my head. I like this little corner of the world Known as the White Mountains. Yeah, I like it just like this.
Bright neon blue Slices the black air above Every few seconds-- The sky’s seizures. BOOM! Continue reading "Lightning Storm"
I’ve got this feeling That I’m going to regret this later. I can’t wait To get my conscience back. The cage of the dock, And the freedom of the ocean Keep me around Because it’s a perfect balance That fits oh so aptly Because it’s a balance I struggle to find. It reminds me of a tree, A conifer, Showing it’s green needles In the winter, with fresh snow Littering the branches, But still green, Telling us we can survive Even the harshest of winters, But we still must be wary of Forest fires in the heat of summer.
How can I sleep When polar bears are dying? Climate change has us frying? And so many people denying? We could be saving a whole planet. Instead we say “forget it, goddammit” They think it’s more important to slam it, Drain every resource cooked over too many years. All I have for this situation is tears, “Let’s forget it and have a couple beers,” They say. I can’t watch this destruction While big companies focus on construction, And all we care about is production, And filling up pockets so deep. For the loss of snow leopards we weep. I ask again, “how can I sleep?”
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