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 May 2013 Samantha Russo
Corn
The river dances
As bodies collide
Dropping glances
Two eyes
They flutter about the cage
Redirected to the door
Freedom, not found in truth
But in shameless passion
As each, secretly
Pass by wishfully thinking
As the wind carries rumor on
Written within minutes.  Random words with confused meaning, even to the writer.
Little girl 13 walks into the convenient store,
Thinking about her vacation as she walks through the door.
She grabs a bag of chips and a couple packs of coke.
Little did she know the man standing over by the clerk,
Had a 45 tucked into his belt.
He turned around and walked up to the girl,
Took her into his arms and held the gun to her head.
She screamed at the feeling of metal on her face.
The man told the clerk to get out all the cash,
But the clerk had a different idea forgetting about the girl.
He grabbed his ole shotgun and held to the man.
By the time he had it aimed the little girl hit the floor,
And what felt like an eternity they stood and watched.
Till the man turned and aimed at the clerk,
Before he could respond he fell and looked up,
As the world around him slowly faded.
The man walked to the register and took out all the cash,
Surprised when he saw just a hundred bucks.
He turned and walked out the door thinking of the mess,
And in his mind he thought was it all worth it.

Little girl 13 walks up to the pearly gates,
Thinking where I am and what is this.
She walked up to a big bearded man,
He said your name is written here please go on.
As she turned and looked back she saw thousands of people,
All of them walked up to the very same man.
But the little boy behind her,
Only 10 years old asked the man if he could go.
The man said sorry little boy,
Your name is not written here I’m afraid you can’t go in,.
Another man walked over and picked the boy up,
Took him to a black gate and opened it up.
The boy said he was scared and didn’t want to go,
The man said sorry this really hurts me too.
He threw the boy into the gate,
The next thing she saw was a fire surrounding him.
Then in that instant he was gone.
She was rushed along through the gates,
As she walked thinking of what she saw,
A little old lady walked up with open arms.
Stunned in silence the girl look at her face,
And went instantly into her arms.
It was the first time she had seen her grandmother in years.
They walked along through the pearly gates,
And a thought crossed her mind,
This vacation will never end.
stop for a minute, weary wanderer
come and join me at the river
take off your pack, your boots, your troubles
and lay with me in the shade of the elm tree
dip your feet in the cool, cold waters
and sing to me of your journeys
the soles of your feet, the harmony
the sweat of your face, the melody
let it be your time traveler tune



*December 10, 2010
This was inspired my a picture of a pair of *****, worn boots.
~ COURAGE ~

With you,
There was no masquerade,
Armor was never worn,
The walls that defended me,
Soon looked tattered and torn.

Surrendering my heart,
I trusted,
Exposing my soul,
I believed,
Our connection was effortless,
Nothing preconceived.

Our laughter was magical,
An unrehearsed kindness,
Comforting and carefree,
Neither of us were spineless.

Our bond grew quickly,
Casting no fear,
Supporting each other,
Our love became clear.

In the flash of one evenings decision,
A wreckage took place,
We were damaged by the collision,
Such a sad disgrace.

With each passing day,
Filled with despair,
An emotional roller coaster,
I could no longer bare.

It was much more than COURAGE,
It was also PRIDE,
Peaceful and understanding,
I stepped aside.

Experience life,
Search for different directions,
Find yourself in places that are new.
Have the COURAGE to find happiness in
Everything that you do.

— The End —