Catie Lien

Catie Lien May 2010

To be the man in the moon,
Would be a terrible fate.
Always arriving when it’s always too late.
With the sun in the way, he’s just second rate.

The man in the moon,
What a terrible doom!
Imagine the sadness, the tears, and the gloom!
Not a petal to grow, to brighten or bloom.

O, the man in the moon
In the middle of space.
While we below try to make out his face.
His mind wanders off to a happier place.

See the man in the moon,
His heart beat and tanted.
No matter the risk, his life he would chance it
To bask in the light that we take for granted.

- From Rush of the Equinox

Catie Lien May 2010

The Giants

Has your ear heard of the giants?
They live above all day.
Along the sky they travel
On Cloud to make their way.

Has your eye seen of their walking sticks?
They are so sturdy and so tall.
Pine are for the biggest ones.
The Birch are for the small.

Has your tongue tasted their wondrous drink?
You'll know when the grey clouds rain
When they loose a drip of wine,
A water drop we gain.

Have you feared when a Giant sleeps?
A race of the heart when it grows black
Along they lay; they rest together
Forever on their backs.

Have you sensed the Giants watch?
Their eyes are what you call a star.
They're always there, to keep you safe,
The giants know where you are.

Catie Lien May 2010

The Rock National Anthem

I've got an invitation to the Boston Tea Party
I'm letting you know in case you want to come with me
I heard from some friends that it's going down in history
Don't think about it twice
Just say yes

Whoa! Uh oh!
No taxation without representation
Whoa! Uh oh!
These patriot's they know how to show a good time.
Whoa! Uh oh!
What Georgie gonna think when he wakes up in the morning?
Pass me the quill, dear Hancock.

Thomas Jefferson, he has got a way with words
He really makes you believe that this dream's gonna work
(Maybe if you forget that these Brits rule the world)
I'll sign the declaration
It's all I have left to believe in

Whoa! Uh oh!
Paul Revere he says the British are coming!
Whoa! Uh oh!
Can't you hear, the belfry's bells are ringing
Whoa! Uh oh!
Pick up guns we're off to Lexington
Hoofbeats are flying out to the night.

Wait.
Here I stand.
At this Battle of Bunker Hill.
Stop.
Close your eyes.

What happend to our sanity?
Civility?
Humanity?

(It went out the door with our freedom.)

Whoa! Uh oh!
We don't need a King we have our own voices
Whoa! Uh oh!
Life and Liberty and the Pursuit of Happiness
Whoa! Uh oh!
Save the date, July 4th 1776
US of A, it's independence.

I wrote these intentionally as lyrics to a rock song, but I felt that they were clever enough to be also considered as a poem. I wrote this during the Revolutionary War portion of my history class. I'm a real history nerd :D

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