Walden speaks
A group of students and teachers join up to pour
their souls out through lines of poetry.
Walden Speaks held their first poetry reading
Thursday December 8th at 5:30pm in the Wolf
Den.
The next reading will be April 2017. Anyone is
welcome to submit their stories and share their
tales.
"I'm so proud of how
raw a lot of this
year's performances
were. The kiddos really
shared from the heart,
showing their courage
as they did."
~Abigail Cochrane
A Selection from “Choice”
by GBM
But yellow stop lights.
Yellow stop lights are the reason I
have trust issues.
I despise their dreadful demeanor a
deal more than
the existence of
truthfully, anything else.
The fact of their frantic changes of
time stamps
from town to town;
trimming itself in Tubac,
easing in Eloy
and seeming mystical in Marana
has caused anxiety currently and
constantly while crossing these
crossroads.
I have ran four stop lights in the
span of one year.
Blame is being pointed to the
abominable yellow light.
I could ruin my creaking and
weakening brakes if I seeked to
stop,
showing sympathy to red
I could run a red light and patently
pick up a ticket for trying to make
it.
Usually, I run.
I wish I hadn’t, I wish I didn’t, I
wish I wouldn’t,
but I do.