Poems of the Past

The soft leaves that run through my finger tips
Bring me back to a place where the sun continually shines
and the wind whispers her silent lullaby.
A personal time machine powered by my memories
Of all the good times that have happened here
In time when the trees were naked
their foundation frozen beneath the moon
Beside the icy ballroom floor on which the geese danced
Gently you took my cold hand in yours
and under the pale full moonlit path
We were one if only for a moment

Spicy Night

A night that was long awaited
What I was sure to go down
In the history books of PAA
The biggest failure
A blemish alongside
the glorious shows and fundraisers.
With only five people
With four different grades to advertise to
With three hours of entertainment
With two magazines to sell
And only one night.
A surefire disaster.

Tonight is the night
the night that was long awaited
Tonight I am content.
With more than just five
but twenty five people
With four groups of people
who support the arts a lot.
With three hours of entertainment
that rocked the library down
With two magazines
that people loved to read
And one night
that proved to me
I can do it
I can lead people
I can organize