Two paths cross...

Two paths cross,

A friend is made, 

A heart is touched, 

A life is changed. 

 Crossing Paths

By: the iHope Poet

I took the road called 'Dreams to Make,'

towards a home I hoped to find.

I walked alone, for comfort's sake

and was not used to passersby.

     Not before long, I thought to rest,

for it seemed I'd hit a sort of end.

But no -- I saw (to my distress)

a crossroads and there, an unknown friend.

He stood just opposite my own roadside

and waved a brave and kind, "Hello!"

I quickly picked the next path to stride,

the same which he then chose to go.

So together, we strolled the road called 'Light;'

we saw many things, my new friend and I.

He taught me love, and hope, and flight,

he showed me how to touch the sky......

                                                                             

Not long ago, my dear friend left

to travel down his destined path.

I could not follow, as he'd told me then, 

for I had other stars to catch.

With a kiss goodbye and heart-felt pain
He turned without a second glance;
Perhaps we'll meet sometime again...
Even still, I walked while looking back. 

Oh, it hurts! to leave your love behind

and walk as far from him as he does from you --

The dusty crossroads risks that bit of  hope you'll find

Yet the expectation lingers that you'll still stay true....

And so..

Today: I wave to an unknown friend.

I take their next chosen road --

And just as He did before He left,

I'll teach what I've learned, for them to know.

And that is how the system works,

this ever-changing line of travel,

For each crossroads there's a chance to learn

and a chance to make 'em marvel.

My Failure is Fleeting

And it Will Be OK

By: the iHope Poet

The wind is blown and all my dreams are out the window.

the dirt was swept up too, so that it mingled with the sunshine;

and now the light is dim.

The storm is past; it made the airplanes plunge into the ground.

It left yesterday's tallest towers in heaps of ashes on every road,

and now my path is blocked

Truth be told, I tried my best to stay nonchalant;

yet, in the end, I didn't stand a chance in the face of destruction.

And now it's up to me to get back up and keep on walking.

So I'll stay true; for I trust my failure has it's meaning;

and I won't just sit here, waiting for the mess to clean itself up.

Yesterday's castle has crashed from the sky, but tomorrow it will be put back together...

And built even higher, stronger and more majestic than ever it was before. 

Living in a castle built from EXPERIENCE

Come and Gone...

They Sing the Song of the Deep Green Slumber

By: the iHope Poet

 (Eighth Grade) 

Deep in the forest on silver white hills,

A rain falls as cold and as silent as ice.

Ripe on a branch of an old empty tree,

The leaves whisper a tune of sweet sleep, to entice.

Then the wind joins the song as it sways through the air;

The thunder claps twice and the lightning is there.

Down come the snow and the sleet and the fire,

While the golden sun sets behind the hilltops.

Further out spreads nature’s wild autumn choir;

They sing the song of the deep green slumber.

Now the mountains are dancing to the shrill, savage words;

Each line is recited by the south-flying birds.

There are leaves and twigs flying into the sky,

Every color mixed in from yellow to red.

The verses are stronger and making a change;

Our forests and creatures are departing to bed.

The summer is banned for the rest of the year;

Now the next season’s song is back for us to hear.

Come next spring, new life will sprout from the frosty earth.

As for now, nature is transformed into a temporary death.

Still the song of the green slumber progresses,

While autumn continues her memorized breath.

Soon winter will sing her part of the melody;

When the ground will be whiter than autumn can see.

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So....the Deal-io :0

The Deal of the Difference
By: the iHope Poet

What's the deal here?
Am I not working hard enough?
Sometimes, it seems,
I've literally left my head in the dark.

What does it take
To turn on the lights?
How long will this drought of mind last?
Too often, I guess,
My best isn't good enough.

Then what can I do now?
Will I ever be able
To help other people in as good a way
As so many have done for me?
Perhaps my efforts will improve...

...But as for today....
Who will make up for the difference?
(will He make up for the difference?)