Hey guys! Its been a REALLY long time since I updated, this story, but it's not really a story, more like a collection of peoms. I have had serious writer's block. But I got this. Enjoy!
The Orchard
The orchard is the place
where I first learned how to sing,
and where I learned to work and dare
and it's where I learned to dream.
Out of these looming fences I wished,
And wanted to see the world.
But what a cruel way to get out,
For only a 12-year old girl.
The orchard is so pretty
In it's shadow, stark and bare,
lies the towers and watch guards waiting
Like tracker jackers waiting there.
But I kept up hope,
for what else is in this place,
besides hunger, horror, and
Disgrace?
But I didn't want to leave that way.
Leave the orchard or my family, or home.
But I knew I'd return one way or the other,
A victor, or cold as stone.
In a box I could return,
Or in a silver train,
I can't believe that I got picked
It was only one little name!
As I think of the orchard
That I might never see again.
I think of where I learned to sing,
To work,
To dare,
To DREAM.
