An Ode to Music

Music is what makes me tick,                                        William the Conqueror

It's what fill the cracks and crevices.

It's one of my purposes in life,

It's a part of my soul.

When I play my clarinet,

Or strum my guitar,

I can hear it echoing throughout my ears,

And I find it hard to stop.

Who would I be without it?

What would my life behold?

These are all questions I can't answer,

But are mysteries that grow old.

Enchilada Night

Enchilada night!
I can smell the tasty fumes,
Coming from the kitchen
Downstairs.

Oh, the cheesy goodness
That awaits my mouth!
It's what my taste buds
Demand!

The soft outer layer,
That holds the beans, chicken and cheese.
The way the salsa runs
Down the sides.

The rice on the side,
So very hot at first.
But my mouth explodes with flavor
When cooled.

The Winding River

It winds its way 

Through the rocky soil.

Past the high standing mountains,

That rise into the clouds.

It winds its way

Through the thick, unforgiving fog.

Past the midnight city,

That sleeps, no longer abuzz.

It winds its way

Through the sunny, open plains.

In the fields the children play,

By the water, they shriek with laughter.

It winds its way

To the oceans, big and blue.

Past the fishing boats it passes,

From the currents it spews.

William the Conqueror

On the Shoulders of Our Peers

The power of friends!

That feeling courses through me,

Filling me with joy.

I am grateful now,

I used to have no friends at all.

Could not live without.

William the Conqueror