Stage Write
For the past 6 minutes I have been carefully crafting the poem I want to add to stage-write and troubadour this year. Enjoy,
I wonder if all the trees near Waldon pond know that a bunch of important stuff happened their. When their roots suck the water from the pond, do they remember the days of yore when Emerson sat under their shade? The walnuts on those trees must feel so lonely stuck in a prison like shell, then eaten by squirrels. Inches away from others, but always trapped, unable to contact on another and enjoy a sunny day. Seventy years is a long time, but not for the great pumpkin, Charlie Brown didn't see that coming, just like the old football trick. But, to be fair, nobody could have seen what would force the cows milk to turn sour and the mountains to be dusted with yellow snow. Unless of course you can read minds at the speed of light. If John Lennon had been a religious fanatic would he have supported terrorism? Bono probably would have tried to stop him, and I don't believe they would ever be friends. How come we can't fly without the aid of machines? Do the birds like being hit by airplanes? Most librarians are strange to me and have a boring job. And, as we all know books aren't just for squares. They are Squares!
-Adam Tross 1/27/09
