HAYWIRE Issue 2 Fall 2013
GREEN, YELLOW, AND BROWN
by Marc Auf Der Heyde, 9th grade
I am ambling, on my tiny feet,
and I feel the cold hard texture of the ground,
As I explore, and learn,
all around me I hear Autumn's sounds.
The wind is blowing and the leaves are rustling,
and I can clearly hear the sound of the animals running,
to their dens for deep hibernation.
So many colors, green yellow brown, my youthful eyes,
have never, ever seen,
the trees they look like
something imaginary out of a dream.
And the ground, so cold,
is still beautiful nevertheless,
there is an aura, like a guilty man,
trying to confess.
I am now walking straight, not ambling,
with children of my own.
It is the same park that I once knew,
but the trees have immensely grown.
My wife stands beside me and smiles with her perfect lips,
the wind is getting louder as it tries to grip,
the sound which is of, a whizzing knife like nature.
I start to ponder thoughts, I never pondered all those years
ago,
like how cold the trees must be feeling so bare and naked
without any clothes.
But the pondering stops
And I am brought back to the reality
of life.
War, corruption and other evil things.
I am being driven through the park
on four turning wheels,
Just an hour ago I had what would be
one of my last meals.
My withered skin, my hair is gray ,
my limbs all ache for release and my soul wants to get out of
here today.
But dying is not such an easy way out.
When one has lived life to the fullest there is something about
the idea of death that is simply unpleasant.
But when one is like me
at the end of the road
where the river of my life
begins bit by bit to slow.
I welcome the darkness, for the colors I see
Green, Yellow and Brown help my soul to free.
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