i am from
an unadorned maple mantle,
from the Belleek that sits on my shelves.
I am from windows facing west, out upon winter
weather, I am from a pallid barn that sits to honor the years gone by
I am from the Boulders resting in the water. offering a perch to a blue heron.
The smell of split wood clings to the mist, just above the surface.
~Me
I'm a high school kid just trying to get by. I hang out with friends who get my, family that loves me, and some who don't.

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Good evening all. I wish to welcome you to the month of March in the year two-thousand nine A.D. Sickness has over come me again and I feel worse than ever. The thermometer is rising bit by bit and it won't surprise me when I go above 100 degrees Fahrenheit. I wish I had more to say, but this disease has given my a slight writers blog.