Day to Night

February 20, 2009
By Jacob K. BRONZE, Hemet, California
Jacob K. BRONZE, Hemet, California
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I sit here, alone
staring at the rolling planes
hills of wheat and durum
The breeze licks my nose
making it red with
the chills
A tear falls down
not from face
but from sky
It knows my pain,
Deep in thought about my past
i hade this
sheltered soul
to make myself seem dull
lullabies of broken swallows
flitter above my head
to be a man
i must change
like night does for the day
I watch
the sun from the hood
of this tractor
as the clouds take us both

The author's comments:
This Poem I wrote to represent we moment we realize we need to change things in our life
become more mature.

i wrote this poem cuz over the summer i was in north dakota and it was amajor turning point in my life

because i had done a lot of stupid things in eigth grade i knew i needed to change so yeah thats it. you don't just decide your a man it takes time and work.
and this when i realized i had to change my ways.

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