Setting moon, rising sun

Lapping waters edge

Setting sun, rising moon

Camp fire smoke rises

1..2..3..4............

A soft hum from my fingers
A strong grip of my neck
Sturdy and trusting hold of my body
A thousand people, silence
I now, feel the fear that my master has
Such tension has never been felt.
Will one of my fingers break? Will I sound wrong?
1.....2.....3.....4..... So far a good sound
The people in front of me smile.
.......The song ends.

I wonder, I hear , I am

I am a nice and smart person
I wonder which high school i will go to
I hear kids running and screaming outside
I see all of my friends quietly writing
I want to see rain
I am a nice and smart person

I pretend that the school bell rings
I feel my hand getting calusus from my pencil
I touch the noisy paper
I worry that me and my friends won't hang out in high school
I cry when i fall really hard on the black top( i did the next day)
I am a nice and smart person

I understand most school work
I say when i have a question
I dream of going off to college
I try hard in school
I hope that my sister is having fun in Rome
I am a nice and smart person

Personal Emerald

In the heart of Egypt
Where the magic of gods lay
a legend of treasure stays.........
.....A current king walks up the path of crystal to the Golden Pyramid
Twisting in his hands his personal emerald.....a gift from the Gods'
He walks to a Pyramid of heart