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    The woman pressed her face against the headstone.  As tears left her eyes they met the cool hard granite and slid down into the grass.  She thought of him, the one she'd lost.  His face was right in front of her, she could see it.  His mouth was split into a grin that took up his whole face.  He laughed and reached a hand out to her.  She sobbed, knowing it was her mind playing tricks on her.  He was gone, and no amount of fantasizing would bring him back to her.  She would never feel his arms around her again, or know the joy of waking up next to him every day.  Her salty tears blurred her vision as she looked down at the wedding ring on

Sitting gently on a hill, Letting the wind tug at her hair, Peacefully she closes her eyes, Listening to the sound of birdsong. She lays her head on a pillow of clover, In and out, she breathes in its clean scent. Sleep overtakes her quickly, Nothing disturbs her slumber. A bird hums a quiet tune. In its notes you hear her name. She opens her eyes slowly, Sweetly she smiles, sighing at the sky. "Serenity," the bird whisper. "Serenity," the heavens echo. "Serenity," the wind whistles. "Her name," they mutter, "is Serenity."

                D.C. woke up smiling.  Today was the Fourth of July!  She was so happy!  It had been 237 years since the United States of America had become a country.  She could hear America humming “The Star Spangled Banner” downstairs while he cooked breakfast.  This was the only day of the year that he did.  He was probably making waffles with strawberry syrup, whipped cream, and blueberries, so that even the waffles would be red, white, and blue.  She stretched and got ready, slipping on an Old Navy flag shirt and jean shorts.  She tied her hair back in a half ponytail and ran downstairs.  When she reached the bottom of the s

A woman stood in a room From where she was standing she could see so many doors Hundreds    Thousands        Millions of doors to new worlds Worlds where she could be a knight of the Round Table, A wizard learning magic, Or a young detective solving crimes. Each world was diverse and unique. She opened one door,    F        A            L                L                    I                        N                            G Into the world she had chosen. When she was done with the world she had chosen She shut the door. And put the book back on the shelf. Every book opens a door.

Birds of a Feather I am a bird with bright green feathers There is no one like me that I’ve met I’m alone in the world My opinions are my own I have no one to share them with. As I fly along in the jungle of my home I see a flash of bright green feathers It’s another bird How can it be? I am the only bird like me. I fly up to the bird with the bright green feathers That looks like a reflection of me I notice small differences Eyes, beak, talons, and tail I guess we’re not exactly the same. I talk to the bird that looks just like me for hours on end Some of her opinions are very close to mine We both love the color

I pledge allegiance to the flag of the United States of America and to the Republic for which it stands, one nation, under GOD, indivisible, with liberty and justice for all. These words have power. With our hand above our hearts we swear allegiance to the USA. Some will take the Pledge lightly, Saying it’s pointless, Or annoying, Maybe even stupid. I don’t take it lightly. When I say these powerful words I think of what they mean. I am pledging my allegiance to my country, vowing to uphold what it stands for: Liberty. Justice. And it’s for everyone. This Pledge is not pointless, annoying, nor stupid. We’

Swish, Whisper,  Sigh… The wind speaks in soft tones, Swishing through the trees. Whispering sweet things to leaves. The wind sighs as it rushes by. Swish, Whisper,  Sigh… The wind speaks to me. It swishes, Whispers, And sighs in my ears. Swish, Whisper,  Sigh… The wind is never content. It swishes through the past Whispers of the present, And sighs for the future. Swish, Whisper,  Sigh…

Have you ever seen me? Truly seen me? Sometimes nobody sees me. I have feelings; they can be hurt. You don't see me. Therefore you can't know what hurts me and what helps me. What would you do if nobody saw YOU? Would you live with it; or would you hide. I know what I would do. I would live with it. Would you?