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Oct 2013 Shawn White Eagle

Sydney Victoria

Colors Linger; Suspended In A Glimmering Eye,
As Dew Perched Upon The Greenest Blades Of Grass,
The Lawn Removing The Hate From The Sole Of Her Boots;
The Vegetation A Door Mat Spelling Out "WELCOME"

Her Breath Escapes As White Clouds From Her Throat;
The Carbon Dioxide Warm From Her Content Soul,
The Air Crisp And Quiet, Filled With Birdsong
As She Walked Quietly Through The Thick Wood,
The Trees Her Family Portrait Hanging On A White Wall,
The Faces Smiling, Spelling Out That This Was "HOME"

Though The Sun Was Shining Her Eyes Were Gray,
Clouded By The Solemn Thought Of Another Goodbye,
The Birdsong Disappeared Into The Vastness Behind Her,
The Colors Now Charcoal, For She Was Gone,
Though One Last Misty Breath Hung Within The Trees...
It Had Sighed The Words, "SO LONG HEAVEN"

*Sydney

So Long Heaven.. I'll Try To Be Back Home Soon<3

Self Portrait Poem

Oct 2013 Shawn White Eagle

Self Portrait I (5 Haikus)

Oct 2013 Shawn White Eagle

Sydney Victoria

Self Portrait I (5 Haikus)

The Red Leaves Quivered;
Slowly They Began To Die,
In The Changing Breeze

A Crimson Heart Hurt,
In A Wind No Longer Warm;
It No Longer Kind

A Raven Had Called,
Sobbing In A Dying Tree;
The Sun Was Setting

A Full Moon Had Rose,
But The Wolf No Longer Sang,
For She Had No Song

Frost Covered The Earth,
Slowly The Crimpson Faded;
The World All But Ice

*Sydney

My Dad Said I Should Get Back To Writing..

Oct 2013 Shawn White Eagle

The Four Day Storm of Fall (Short Story)

Oct 2013 Shawn White Eagle

Sydney Victoria

The Four Day Storm of Fall (Short Story)

It's Rainy Again. The Four Day Storm Is Lethargically Pulling It's Rain Filled Belly Across The Sky. The Air Smells Of Crispness And Decaying Leaves; Dampened By The Warm Droplets Of Water Which Collected Upon Them. The Clouds Cast A Gray Shadow Among The Mist Filled Air, Making Even A Smile Seem Somewhat Gray And Tasteless. The Dawn Is Quiet, The Retreat Of Songbirds Evident, The Scent Of Fall Prominent; Clinging To My Clothing. My Eyes Linger, Tracing The Rigid Edges Of The Storm Above. The Masculine Brim Of The Thunderheads Reminded Me Of The Storm Inside Your Eyes, One I Have Witnessed Many Times. One I Have Danced In, Took In, Loved You In. Though Now, Only A Drought Lurks In The Borrows Of My Soul, For You And Your Storm Have Deserted Me, Leaving Nothing But A Calm And Tangible Gray.

This Is Just A Short Freewrite From My English Class. I Decided To Post It Because I Have Been Absent. Hope All Has Been Well!