Here is the link to my final assignment:
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Here is the link to my final assignment:
https://drive.google.com/open?id=1krLSFjUqlZkMgy3AHBwKgfOqY20&usp=sharing
BUTT AY halve hadd mei phil
Of the SUMMAR’ESSE myths and fables galore,
NOH morr leight nite escapes upp tue the shorr.
NIGHTS gau buy and I here the laughs, sew shrill
And carefree, knot tired ohr full of fright.
AYE mite
FOUR what it’ESS wurth,
Take SOMER bak into mei embrace, werry
Of the deceit, lise, and deceptions yett
TWO bee unearthed.
WON caen no what troubles mee,
The longing in mai voice must make it cleere.
WAI must it b
SEW, that the brite SUMMORS of yesteryear,
Long, dreamy, full of excitement and glee,
ENDE with a dim sunset.
Sleek, black knock-off brand sunglasses stick to my face
Around my brow,
And sweat’s beading upon my forehead now
Above them, fighting hard to stay in place
Beads of sweat begin to trickle down slow.
I am done with this heat; it’s time to go.
Essence of Summer is thick in the air,
The scent of salt water: drowning my thoughts.
Fixed in the classroom I think it unfair
And frankly absurd that I am not free
To run to the beach to take some snapshots
Enjoying life, spending time by the sea.
I marveled at the thought, smile on my face.
But I must say
Walking to class does fill me with dismay,
And by Tuesday
Who knows what form my dreaming will embrace.
Ocean waves grand and small, come to meet my toes
On the sand, cool and fresh,
Each wave casting away all of my woes.
The Sun not only shines his rays of light,
He kisses my skin and tempts me to stay.
But he betrays me; his kiss burns my flesh.
And I keep returning to the beach, to
The Ocean’s spray
Of lies and broken promises; untrue!
But I have had my fill
Of the Summer’s myths and fables galore,
No more late night escapes up to the shore.
Nights go by and I hear the laughs, so shrill
And carefree, not tired or full of fright.
I might
For what it’s worth,
Take Summer back into my embrace, wary
Of the deceit, lies, and deceptions yet
To be unearthed.
One can know what troubles me,
The longing in my voice must make it clear.
Why must it be
So, that the bright Summers of yesteryear,
Long, dreamy, full of excitement and glee,
End with a dim sunset.
Water runs freely and creates deep,
crystal clear pools.
Great spruce trees and pines stretch to the sky
and grow lush and green.
Stop…and listen.
Listen to the water as it trickles over the stones;
Listen to the roars of distant waterfalls as they make
their presence known.
Stop…and smell.
Smell the subtle yet familiar scents of
the great Red Cedars, the Sitka Spruces, the Western Hemlocks,
and the Douglas-firs.
Stop and feel.
Feel Mother Earth’s embrace;
let the warmth of the sun invite you,
let the headiness of all the scents entice you,
let the waters give you a sense of calm,
let the trees take you back home.
Stop…and just be.
Escape from the concrete jungle
if only for a moment.
Escape from the maddening crowd,
if only for a while,
and just be.
(1) Water runs freely and creates deep,
crystal clear pools.
(2) Great spruce trees and pines stretch to the sky
and grow lush and green.
(3) Stop…and listen.
(4) Listen to the water as it trickles over the stones;
Listen to the roars of distant waterfalls as they make
their presence known.
(5) Stop…and smell.
(6) Smell the subtle yet familiar scents of
the great Red Cedars, the Sitka Spruces, the Western Hemlocks,
and the Douglas-firs.
(7) Stop…and feel.
(8) Feel Mother Earth’s embrace;
let the warmth of the sun invite you,
let the headiness of all the scents entice you,
let the waters give you a sense of calm,
let the trees take you back home.
(9) Stop…and just be.
(10) Escape from the concrete jungle
if only for a moment.
Escape from the maddening crowd,
if only for a while,
And just be.
Sitting under a great elm
Looking out past the horizon
I watched,
Engrossed
As the sun slowly set behind the ocean.
The colours were brilliant;
A plethora of shades
Of red, and orange, and yellow.
As I sat, I began to think of you.
The way you laughed
The way you smiled
The way you held me when I was a small child.
I think about how you were present in every moment,
How you lived life to the fullest and taught me
To just be.
Then I start to think about how cruel the Fates were
When they stole you away.
Those cursed sisters.
If only they would allow me to see you
Even for a fleeting moment
Just to hear you laugh again
To see you smile again
To hold your hand in mine
One last time.
In my anger and pain, I called out to the sisters,
“Why?”
To which they replied
“Cruel fate.”