Eclectic ramblings from TJ
I wrote this as a descriptive writing exercise in high school. The year was 1989.
As I waited on the lift line, my stomach was in knots from anticipation. I kept straining to find the top of the mountain, but all I could find was a cable carrying chairs from the lift line into an eternity of fog. The fog seemed to devour each chair as it rose to the top and I knew that soon it would be me who was consumed.
This is from a poetry assignment in 1985.
While I slept I dreamed of her,
She helped me through each and every day,
And she was always there to guide me through,
While I dreamed.
While I thought beautiful thoughts of her,
She would tuck me in each night,
And I would look and giver her a kiss,
While I thought.
Now she’s gone, sleeps peaceful though,
While the rain falls to the ground,
And I think and know she’s still around,
While I think.