Anyway, I am actually re-posting some of this…

This poem was awarded a First Award and the Best of Division Award at the 2006 San Joaquin County Fair.

Shall we walk this mountain trail,
within the heavens’ frosty veil.
Into the great misty heights,
of the rocky mountainside.
Over glittering hills of snow,
to seek the distant land below.

Shall we walk this darkened street,
leading to a city of dreams.
Under the frosty streetlamp’s gaze,
and through the colossal concrete maze.
The glare of a window’s yellow light,
reveals the phantoms of people inside.

Shall we walk these paths of time,
guided by a distant shine.
But loneliness will be no more,
for hope shall shine forevermore.
The light afar in the misty grey,
Will turn this night into the day.

Old house beside the road
with broken shutters and rusting door.
Dark gaping window frames
inhaling drifting age and dust.
Sitting through the empty years,
a ghost of a family’s past.Tall building standing proud
adorn with shattered windowpanes.
Broken and rusting concrete walls
alive with waving phantom grass.
Creaking and rotting for so long,
a ghost of a broken dream.

Empty city of the night
filled with creaking metal and wood.
From rusting skyscrapers tall
to the many empty homes,
its lamps extinguished long ago,
the ghosts of humankind.

Silver summer nighttime sky
bedecked with ten-thousand lights.
So far above the inky earth,
shining with a glittering lure.
Shooting stars’ silver glare,
like fireworks in the hazy air,
among the glow of ten-thousand lights,
planetarium of the summer’s night.

Upon the earth we stand here,
the heavens so far yet so near.
On our long, weary roads,
through many stories lost and told.
But let’s journey on into the night,
for the road ahead leads to the sky.
We’ll find our place and who we are,
among the ten-thousand stars.

Wow, I haven’t posted anything for two months. Well, time to start again.

I wrote this poem as one of the two I am writing for an assignment. This poem depicts the plight of the Dust Bowl migrants from the 1930s, telling their tale from their view.