Friday, October 29, 2010


Today as I sat on my couch working on homework, I looked out the window and saw the most beautiful orange and pink sky. I immediately grabbed my scarf and jacket, hopped on my scooter and headed up to the nearest high point I could find. I found myself perched on a street on the bench of the "Y" mountain just a couple blocks from home. As I drove to my destination, and as I sat on my scooter overlooking the view, random sentences filled my thoughts. I quickly took out my phone and started writing down the words that came to mind. By the time I was done I had written a little poem. Here it is:

Rear view mirrors filled with the
colors of yesterday.
Smells of burning wood
wafting through the streets,
tired tree's leaves
whistle in the wind.
Cover the pavement.
Dimming lights welcome the night,
make the crickets sing slow
and melodically.
Tall dark mountains
line the horizon saying,
"Welcome Home".