Hey, Hi, Hello, Hola, Bonjour, Aloha, Howdy, Greetings Earthling.
So, again, no blog, long time. :)
Well not a whole lot going on with me. you wanna read a poem i wrote? TOO BAD YOU MUST WAIT!
You may or may not know that I was at Old Settlers this weekend.... IT WAS AWESOME! One of the best years I can remember!
Um quick favor, If you are Erin Dennis click HERE please, if you are not then please click HERE.
THANKS FOR CLICKING! and now for my poem?
NO SILLY!
So, again, no blog, long time. :)
Well not a whole lot going on with me. you wanna read a poem i wrote? TOO BAD YOU MUST WAIT!
You may or may not know that I was at Old Settlers this weekend.... IT WAS AWESOME! One of the best years I can remember!
Um quick favor, If you are Erin Dennis click HERE please, if you are not then please click HERE.
THANKS FOR CLICKING! and now for my poem?
NO SILLY!
It's time for Sierra's Summer Plans!!!
-Trip to NYC :D
-UT Volleyball camp with Cali, who doesn't blog anymore :(
-Road trip to Telluride with Cali :0
-Solo trip to New Mexico to see Miya and the Dixon crew
-Other fun stuff that is not planned
OTHER interesting facts about my life
1. maybe gonna dye my hair - details to come
2. allergies :( grrrr....
3. Jr. V.a.s.e.
4. I'm going to start to sign my name as Sierra Mae
Now for my poem?
Why of course!!!
Bare Feet
I live through the veins of the chartreuse leaves on new, spring trees,
through the keys that type my inexperienced words and
the pens that doodle the blank corners on schoolwork, my canvas.
I live for the rhythms and beats of the music, not the genre,
for the face of a friend that gives with all she’s got,
to who ever she meets,
and, for the chance to see others exceed, and then congratulate them.
I live with self confidence for my quirks not my alikeness to others,
for my childish antics that somehow come across as mature,
and, for my need to be my own person, not the clone of another.
I live, not because of the eyes and bodies that surround me, but because
of their hearts and souls, not because of the luck I’ve had, but because
of the times I learned from bad luck, and, not because of the rules to keep me safe, but because of
the so called “limits” that pushed me to do better, every time.
I see life from the framed viewfinder of my simple, yet stunning camera, from the scribbled, sticky-note reminders stuck to the mirror in the middle the night, and from the point of view one would have if they were to take life one step at a time, bare foot.
BYE! <3
Sierra Mae :)
I <3 <3 <3 what you did to the poem!! Great JOB!!!!!!!!!!!
ReplyDeleteThanks! I forgot what I changed though.
ReplyDeletethe end when it says "one step at a time, bare foot" i like that a lot--it wasn't always like that, but i like how you changed it
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