Given to Mike Taylor, Crochet by Shelena Shamo.
Given to Gary Erickson, Crochet by David Shamo.
Given to Kristen Hall, Crochet by David Shamo.
Finished and Given to Mom Shamo, Crochet by Elder David Shamo.
Tuesday, May 28, 2013
Sunday, April 21, 2013
Walking the Talk ~ Feb 7 2013
Respect, The word that rattles back and forth, like the sway of the train as it rolls rollin' down the track.
Two speak like chattering mice, one or two, three and more.
Fire in the ears as the Innocent run screaming.
Youth resounds as the young ling walk, and talk, like the world is all but a dream;
What's up y'all, Respect y'all,
Who, Is the day of the midnight sun finding each fleeting star, with each sound of the bell,
Ding; ding; Ding;
One so young thinking she is all that, carrying life like a stalk flying so high.
When, Is the heart that beats, thumping from generation to generation.
Where, Is the end...
Baby Girl I'm Out!
Back Story
While on the Trax train going to work I sat at the back of the train car when two young girls between the ages 13 - 15 sat across from me. These two girls were swearing every other word. Parts of their conversation was about wanting respect from their peirs and not get it. Also about some of their friends not hanging out with them due to one them becoming pregnet. The last word that one of the girls said to the other as they were going their seperate ways was, "Baby girl I am out!"
Because of this coversation I wrote this poem.
From Within ~ Dec 2 2012
Broken tears of fear and love,
guilding each new step in the falling sands of life.
One soldier falls as another steps to lead,
like the winds of the wisping moon.
As sun day dawns with fire flies swarming,
new beginnings rise with each flower turning.
Quiet and soft the hearts are thumping,
like the melodies of a fresh forest rain.
Time flows with the mountian streams,
as if stars above are found below.
Keeping time with each striking flash,
as one moment to the next fills each everlasting.
Fixing the Fence
I was hanging out with my friends Andrew, Zane, Jonathon, Brandon, Nikki, Shara and Jon, when I recieved a page (Yes, I had a pager in highschool) from dad. I called him right away. Dad told me that he got a call from the police telling him that we have some cows out. Dad asked me if I could go help him get the cows back in and fix the fence where they got out. I told him I would be there. When I got off the phone, I told my friends what had happend and asked them if they wanted to come help or I could meet up with them later. Ofcourse they wanted to come help out, due to the fact that we are all from the small city and good friends. Everyone of my friends and I drove our car/trucks to my families fields (which is at the end of a dead end road). Once we arrived Andrew and I found out where the cows were at and acted accordenly. When my dad saw the convoy of cars coming down the road, it was evindent on his face of how suprized, and filled with graditude. In someways I could see a knowing in his eyes of how much this meant to him.
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