Take Care

By: Fraser Grimes

Take care, Care take
It’s all the same if spoiled
It’s gone
What to take care of?
The luscious trees on the way to the country
Or the smoke on the way home
One way or another you’ll regret it
It’s in the people, the ones you love dear
The people that you’ve known your whole life
Gone, left, so take care.

When I was writing this poem I thought that the envroniment was depleating ( which it is) and Mr. Coles lecture. I thought that this poem would be good to describe how I thought and felt about it. So I took elements out of the envroniment and put it on paper or in this case a computer.

The Howl

The One, The only,
The gray dog howls at the moon
He howls for a hope or howls for a friend
The voice is returned
The call,The pitch
As I sit in my tent
I look to the ceiling and step outside
Only to see the grace and beauty of them
They stand like soldiers on a field
The light glimmering on their chests
A pause

A Howl
The voice of the north
The call of the wild
The happiness in their hearts
The passion burns on
And The queer noise one you could only call
The Howl

By: Fraser Grimes