Fishing nice exploring photography beach friends
Snowmen snow ice delays blizzards drifting
Sand hot swimming waves boardwalk flipflops
Ethan Micken
Fishing nice exploring photography beach friends
Snowmen snow ice delays blizzards drifting
Sand hot swimming waves boardwalk flipflops
Ethan Micken
I’m from Lake Wallenpaupack, north of a two-thousand foot mountain.
I’m from loving the cold.
I’m from chanting “Paupack Pride” every Friday night, and hearing On Wisconsin played by the school marching band.
I’m from parasailing on the third largest lake in Pennsylvania.
I’m from clearing a path through the snow for your car before going to school.
I’m from driving 20 miles to the closest store.
I’m from being surrounded by forests.
I’m from cool summers and cold winters.
I’m from enjoying peace and quiet.
I’m from laying on the roof, relaxing, enjoying the summer sun.
I’m from sitting, wrapped in a warm blanket, talking to my best friends over XBOX, or Skype during blizzards.
I’m from sitting on my porch, playing guitar for hours on end, often to get a single lick right.
I’m from creating stupid things with my friends, like a bike with skis on it to take down the ski slopes.
I’m from eating the best chicken parmesan that I have ever tasted.
I’m from not caring what people think.
I’m from The Dark Side of the Moon.
I’m from knowing that two of the most important things in life are friends and family.
Michael Gorman
This year’s snow, such a bust.
Bringing out your inner kid, sledding.
Christmas more than days off school.
I look out and see the snow falling.
I wish I could join it.
Since I can not, I might as well look.
Look, but not touch
It looks happy and free.
Free from the clouds,
holding it back
Free to fly and land wherever it wants.
Its path is unknown,
but it’s destiny is chosen.
Soon it will stop
and make a blanket for the ground.
Soon I will join it.
Soon, but not yet.
Snow falling is a pleasure to see
but what looks innocent can be
dangerous just like you and me
then you swerve and meet a tree
The snow still falling numbs the pain
and on the ground you have been lain
the hope of living is the main
just wishing it would not rain
To the hospital you’ll be carried
and to death you will be married
to death’s request you tried to parried
but soon you still will be buried
Snow:
Falling from the sky
Covering the cold, hard ground
Like a white blanket
Soccer:
Two teams, but one ball
Eleven players playing
Running down and back