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Here are a few poems I wrote a few years ago. I like poetry, I just don't get around to writing much of it. But here's a few to share some of my memories.

Like Children April 19, 2009

Today was a day like most other days,
except sunny and perfect and fun.

No worries, no cares,
just friends and good times.

Run shoeless, be free,
take the world and be who you want to be.

My life is a story,
a great big journey,
and I hope it will be
as perfect and fun
as a day in the sun.

My best friend and I run wild through the grass,
then stare up at the sky,
to watch clouds go by.

So many adventures!
Mysteries to be solved!
Way up in the mountains,
or the valleys below.

Oh all the wonders
that we'd love to see!

With grass in our hair
and dirt on our feet,
we'll get there someday,
just wait and you'll see.

Old Woman Mountain June 18, 2010

Quiet, strong, good.
Silent, comfort, love.
She protects the island. My little paradise.
She's not as youthful or volatile as Pele.
She's not stern or strong like Everest.
More like a grandmother, she pampers and spoils me.
Until, of course, I get a bit rowdy, and a
short reprimanding look teaches me to behave properly.
But I still love her.
And I know she loves me.
Her quiet majesty. Her generous hand.
Old woman in the mountain, forever my friend.

The first poem was written in 2009 as I was enjoying a Spring afternoon. I was remembering wonderful, lazy afternoons of my childhood. I wish I could have more of those. Life doesn't have to be so stressful. Just step outside and remember to breathe.

The second poem was written in June 2010. When I grew up in Kodiak, Alaska, there was a mountain near my home called Old Woman Mountain. She looks like a woman lying down on her back. I loved living there. I was very happy in Kodiak. This poem is a memory of all that was good in my life as a child in Kodiak.

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