The American War

A stormy world and cannon thumps determined dawn.
the sun rose as the armies awoke and attacked again,
just as they had done the day before. This war among
brothers has gone for years and Grant keeps pushing
day after day. The rebellion in tatters, the southern
boys run back to their farms, or at least what is left.
they have no means to fight with, it is only a matter of time
until the states are reunited and the war will be over

destructive greatness

A destructive greatness, accomplished by
those who stop at nothing for glory.
they see greatness in their own eyes,
while others see the destruction and agony
caused by their power-hunger. A man is put
upon the shoulders of some as a hero, but
he walks upon the ashes of the conquered
people. This will always be the case as long
as there is war and power-hunger.

life today

Life today is pretty hectic. school on the weekdays, work on the weekends. my weekdays are actually less busy than my weekends. Now that swim is over, I actually have time. swim took up from 3 to 6 everyday after school. I am now home at 3:30, and I have time for homework and free time. work has been chaotic lately with lots of parties to wash dishes for. working 14 hours a weekend can take a major toll, especially when Easter is coming, the second busiest day of the year. I am hoping to get my appointment to the Naval Academy soon, and I will be done working on mothers day.

If My Dad Left

If my dad were to leave and destroy our home,
I would mix up all the wires of both televisions,
The forty-six inch and the forty-inch Samsung
I would steal of his oldies CD’s out of his van.

I would leave the pole barn light on
In the morning and “forget” to
turn it on in the evening. I would
Steal the plug out of his Sea Nymph
And drain both boat gas tanks.

The Directv dish would be covered up
By a towel or pillowcase or umbrella
The parental locks would magically
Turn on and block Fox News and TCM
Almost nobody would know the code.

I would cut the Stren fishing lines and put
A hole in his old minnow bucket. I would
Take down the kennel where our dog Hat Trick
Used to sleep and I would destroy all
of the pictures we have of him.

If he came back after all this,
My dad would either learn to go on
without these luxuries or go crazy.
I would place my money on the latter.

Fishin’ in May

I was fishin’ with my dad on a warm May afternoon
In the south channel next to the wild Walpole Island
Next to a place that we call The Chief’s House
I dropped the anchor, but we swung too deep

Twelve feet deep was the water, we wanted no more than six
We were fishing for perch, which stay shallow among the weeds
Our lines dropped in, and after a little while
A vicious bite hit my line, and pulled my line a mile

My drag was set too loose, I thought I would lose the fish
The fight raged on, and the mystery fish came closer and closer
It got close enough to see, my dad yelled, “It’s an enormous walleye”
My dad netted it, and we measured it, 29 inches and 9 pounds, a monster

My comment on Kerry's blog

I like the comparison withe the fish in a tank. I like your attitude about popularity and living life your way. You have a lot of good advice and a good piece of work here

My comment on Jeremy's blog

I like the metaphor of friends being compared with the hull of a boat. I think you offer good advice about never forgetting your goal and working hard instead of b.s.ing homework and exams