Marsh (an acrostic poem)

 

Moss draped trees swung in the humid breeze 

As Roger held his shotgun up to his shoulder 

Ready to pull the trigger if one of those damn crocs showed back up

Silently he waded into the tepid waters a bit more. 

He never saw the one come up from behind. 

 

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Imagine (an acrostic poem)

If it could be true, then make it happen

Magic is real, and it comes from caring to do the best

All you do does make a difference, you just have to believe

Giving a smile, a hug, a bite to eat, a supportive shoulder, an open ear

It can provide light in a world that focuses on darkness

Never underestimate what impact you can have in the world

Envision a better world because of you

He Said; She Said

He came into the room and found her there.  He almost walked back out, but knew it was too late.  “How are you doing?” he asked.

“I’m well,” she said.  “How are you and what’s her name doing?”

“We’re doing pretty good,” he said.  “She got to meet my folks this weekend.”

“Oh yeah?” she asked.  “How did that go?”

“About as well as could be expected,” he said.

“That bad, huh?” she said.

He didn’t respond to that question.  She let slip a small smile.

“Do your parents still like me?” she asked.

“Yes,” he said as if his puppy had died.

“Good,” she said as she spun around and sat down, her back to him.

He reached out to place his hand on her shoulder, but thought better of it.

She somehow sensed what he had attempted.  “You’re learning.  Maybe next time you’ll think twice before…”

That before broke his will.  “Well, I’ll talk to you later,” he said as he turned and fled out the door.

Her smile faded as the tears washed it away.