Sarah's Dose of Authenticity

Sharing someting today from another sprouting poet.  A guy I know works with elementary kids and one of his students Louie wrote this poem. 

Ah, the wisdom of children...

Louie's Poem

I fell on my rump

When I fell through the window

And now it hurts a lot

But you have to get up

Wave Crashing

Here I am,

waiting...

Here I stand in the same place

you left me yesterday.

Here I let go of everything

you gave me tommorow.

Here I stand

waiting for the wave.

Here I wait,

for the water to

knock me off

my feet.

The Irony

Bundled in a puffy coat
Wrapped in cloth,
Waiting behind my sunglass shades
for the fog to depart.


Sun only softly comes
through the mist.
Oh only a winter morning
in San Francisco
makes  you forget,
how warm it does still stay,
and how cold it actually is not.


Running through the streets
and gliding down the paths,
Hundreds of Californians wait behind
their sunglasses for the mist to depart.


And in the event that it does now go,
and the sun bursts through the clouds-
I will be ready,
sunglasses resting on my nose,
to greet it once again
with cheer and reverence.

Distance

Would you like me to part,

to step back

from the beaten path

you stomp?

Along the road,

leading to another

do you wish me to stay

closer?

Too many turns

and dark paths,

to remain in pace-

only in walk.

The Virtue

Bouncing through the grass,

ruffling in the leaves,

never sitting still

or lingering in one place.

Too many things to see

Too many smells to taste.

Unaware and suprised

of most everything.

Walking down the street

with a puppy--

patience is a necessity.