My Changing World.
I look around my house.
First of all, my bedroom,
My queen bed,
That I shared with my sister,
For the longest time, is no longer there.
I have a bunk bed now.
My old dresser, that I needed help,
reaching the top,
Is no longer there.
Next, my living room,
My old box tv is gone,
My old couch, that,
We had to cover up
with a brown cover,
Because of all of its wear,
was replaced with a new,
leather one.
My brother’s room,
Used to be my sister’s.
Instead of the little,
toddler bed, it’s a twin bed.
Guess he’s not
Such a baby anymore.
When I look outside,
Where I have spent
most of my afternoons,
Rain or snow,
sun, or shade.
Our tree is gone,
that was there forever it seems.
All that is left now is its stump.
Our basketball hoop,
More rust each year,
Where countless people,
Have attempted countless shots.
We now have a soccer goal,
Which has had many,
many, shots taken at it,
Many missed, many goals.
We no longer have our swingset,
Which my sister and I,
spent several hours on.
We did keep one slide though.
The one we used to set up
by our mini pool,
And splash into it,
Like we were having,
the time of our lives.
Some things haven’t changed,
Like the memories,
we all have of everything,
And they never will.

During the first month
of band class,
You can’t even make a sound,
You get tired, frustrated,
And you ask yourself why you even did it.

During the third month
Of band class,
You are at the point,
Where you get so excited
When you can play twinkle twinkle,
Without missing a note.

During the fifth month
Of band class,
You feel like it’s going pretty well,
You still know you ****,
But you still think you might want to stick with it.

The first year has gone by,
And you are definitely doing it again.
The year finished strong,
And you feel great.

Then middle school goes by,
You think you’re all that,
So you go onto high school.

During the freshman year,
In marching band,
Things get hard,
But you learn that it’s kind of like a family,
You stick together through thick and thin.

During the senior year,
In band,
you realize that you made it,
No matter how hard things got,
And you are so glad you didn’t quit.

After you graduate,
You think back all to of the
Cold, rainy, football games,
The gross band competitions,
And you know that if you were told,
To go back and perform with them again,
You would.

white and glistening snow
trees and paths seem not the same
stillness touches me