The Library will be closed on Monday, January 18 for Martin Luther King, Jr. Day.
The sea shimmers as if
a child,
has poured glitter in its
soft blue path.
Mountains linger over such water
and are outlined
by a china blue sky.
The sun dances across the water,
casting this magical scene.
A fisherman casts his line
From dusk till dawn
I search,
I look
From town to town,
This person I am told can give
A smile for every frown.
Up and down
These hills I look
I never seem to find
That person I am looking for,
Who is loving and so kind.
Wake up
Do my hair
Put makeup on
So they don’t stare
Wait a minute
Nothing’s wrong with me
I have friends
And a family
Whoa, good thing I didn’t keep goin’
That almost turned out like another
teenage poem