You're different every season,
In the sun and in the rain,
And on every early morning -
You have changed your face again.
But your name is printed over
Your grey breast all the time;
For four years of my life,
That same name tag was mine.
Four years I've watched my life
From bus windows, between classes,
Through camera lenses, down backroads,
Over green, horn-rimmed glasses.
Four years measured in semesters
Of algebra and band
Have followed the sleepy course
Of that long, cold minute hand.
But crisp New Year's Day mornings
And cool summer nights,
Country roads 'round corners
And the Des Moines riverside,
At least six worn-out records
And my mother's lonesome eyes
Knew that days like these
Somehow would arrive.
Time that's gauged in potholes
And distance in rising dust
And merit in red ink-stains
Give way to wanderlust.
I've watched potholes turn to mountains!,
Flowers bloom then freeze to death;
I've lost friends to marijuana
And my hometown to meth.
Climbing haybails and counting stars,
Cafes, karaoke bars,
Drooling over classic cars,
Remember when senior year seemed so far.
And I've changed with every season,
In fortune and in pain,
And with every sun-striped morning
I have changed my mind again.
Now dust settles on honeysuckle
And black birds on a wire
While I take to the wind
For self-improvement, for love,
For experience, for wanderlust,
For home, for good, for desire?
Author notes
I wrote this for my dual-enrollment advanced composition class. I will be graduating this Sunday!
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Wonderful!
Gosh, Andy, I miss you! And I miss reading your wonderful poetry! I just spent the last two hours reading all of my poems and comments that go with them. Your comments make me smile the most. I realized how much I truly miss you. Anyway, this is a wonderful piece! I am so ready for my senior year to be over! Ah, just 175 more days... Great job, Andy! Truly amazing!
♥Saramel♥
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I never knew you wrote this! I really like it!
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nicely done, i think you could do with some editing and cutting down some unnecassary lines, but i likde the idea of this alot, and when you hit a line you definately hit a line. The rhyming was also excellent when it happened, which is the best kind anyways, nice and easy. The end also seemed a bit rough, but overall a nice work.
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