Haiku hike

Posted: March 29, 2012 in Fiction, Haiku, Homework, Non-Fiction


To find the right path

Is getting lost in the woods

And finding new ways


The bird watches me

I pause and return silence

We both fly away

White Legs

Long green grass with bugs

Short white legs in shorts with spray

Combat all dang day


Hurricane blowing

Homes ripping toys in the trees

Irene was not nice


Early morning sun

Slices its way through the trees

Casts my first shadow


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