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.