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A Ball Abandoned

A Ball Abandoned

Atop the grassy knoll I lie
Though not in slumber I fear.
I am stranded here among the grass…
Cast aside be my owner
And left by them to die.

My color fades;
The cruel doing of the sun, rain, and wind.
While once a brilliant verdant
My color now resembles that of my surroundings;
Dying grass blades.

I once brought great pleasure-
“Wilson 1” proudly plastered across my face-
My bouncing was cavorting,
My spirits high-
But time, ah time stole such light from me,
And gave my owner a new tennis ball for he or she to treasure.

So heed my lesson reader, please I beg you to:
No good thing lasts for ever
No love stays pure and true,
But in this life there will be others to place such value on you.
Like the dog which so happily picked me up, in his mouth to chew.

The Mighty Oak

Blistering heat scorches my silhouette as I cower behind the mighty oak.
His limbs frantically churn outward to absorb the blast.
Martyrdom is his destiny,
I am the cause.

The birds howl amongst themselves-
Marveling at his bravery.
Ephemeral Eulogies bound to become,
No possible way the oak could stand against the mighty sun.

Yet, against all the odds- the oak stands true.
Glaring back at the sun- and sky, so blue.
Blades of grass sway in disbelief.
Worms wriggle to the surface- weary of the commotion.

The oak stands mighty- need no words he say.
No eulogies shall be crafted for him this day-

Jacob Leonard

The Experience

The Experience


They sit and bicker

Pumping out posts

Working together

To produce the most

Off track soon they will be

Pausing their work to harass me

Trying to observe

They talk so quick

The moment I preserve

In the words I script

One departs

The discussion continues

The work is forgotten

Distractions ensue

As the time runs out

the process remains

Never stop thinking

Ideas pulling on the reigns

Griffin Kane

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