Three Poems
Edmund Gauquier
Sophomore ELME
Light
Look to the light,
see it's bright,
it shines with all it's might,
if darkness are yee,
now you can't see,
cause the dark is awash,
with lights fierce squash,
where did you go,
I really don't know,
but i guess your here,
for when the light ceases to bear,
again I see you back,
because the light does lack,
the ability to kill,
what does not exist.
Lost
The road was short and pavement hard,
near the port where I saw that barge,
where I was lost without sight,
and had but to wait for oncoming night,
the fall had hurt,
and I was turt,
when he offered help,
but I gave in,
and then a yelp,
as a heave from behind,
threw my mind,
and body small,
from the port,
off the wall,
could I but swim,
or water win,
alas I did not,
and a lesson was I taught,
death.
Freedom
Freedom fought for in the storm,
freedom won with blood so warm,
freedom is what we thought we sought,
wars aplenty were what we fought,
yet here I sit in my seat,
listening to them moan and b*tch,
and wonder what the fight was for,
soon I to will wonder why,
so many had to fight and die,
when what we saught,
was neither learned nor taught,
but brought from afar,
by a death of a star.
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