Friday, September 12, 2008

Odes to stuff

I wrote these odes in LA today:

Ode to a Summer Breeze

Ah, the breeze, lightly against my cheek,
it speaks to me, gives me hope on a hot summers day.
Creeps along my skin, and rustles my hair.
The scent of flowers, from far away gardens and shops.
The grass below my toes, flicks this way and that crying to go with you.
Past my ears, I hear your shouts, your whistles, and your songs.
Food for my starving lungs, sweet fresh air,
like a glass of cold water in the desert,
is like you breeze in my lungs.


Ode to the Hike in the woods

Hikes in the woods, they clear my mind, with the fresh scent of pine.
Leaves go crunch, beneath my feet.
Branches slapping my head, I'll forgive you woods.
Birdies chirp, in the oaks, the maples, the mighty cedar.
I trip, get dirt in my mouth, oh well, tastes great.
A rustle to the left, to the right, don't eat me Mr. Bear.

Ode to the Ocean

The salty sea breeze, creeps around me, draws me nearer to your shores.
I step into your waves, the sea licks my legs,
Waves splash, the salt in my mouth, I spit it out.
See the little fishes, leave my toes alone.
The crash of the waves, the gentle whoosh,
endless miles and miles and miles of Sea.

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