Hey ya'll a quick disclaimer, I don't own the rangers and I don't own the
poem "I Am" it's by Amy Yerkes. I changed the words around and in my
personal opinion this poem describe the rangers perfectly. Anywayz.
Tankies and Cheesdoodles!
Jason looked down at the letter and poem in his hand puzzled. The only thought that was going through his head was that Kimberly obviously had too much free time on her hands.
He walked into the Youth Center and found the others sitting at the table that had always been the rangers table. He grinned. They were a different group, all right. And not only in looks either. There personality's were different as well. He shook his head Kimberly's poem and letter suddenly made perfect sense. He smiled as he sat down.
"Hey guys. You'll never guess who I got a letter from." Tommy arched his eyebrow.
"Who Jase?" Tommy didn't have a fond thing for letters. Jason motioned for them to follow him. They all got up and followed him to the teleporting hall as Zack called it.
"Meet me at the Power Chamber and I'll tell you." With that he teleported away in a stream of white. The others looked at each other, shrugged and followed suite.
In the Power Chamber Jason sitting on the floor Indian style. They all sat down as did Alpha-5 which surprised them. Jason looked around then took the letter and started to read it aloud.
"Dear Jason,
Have you ever noticed how often people ask you what you are going to be , what you do, or what you are planning to do after collage. Well I found this poem that fits our motley group perfectly. It was by Amy Yerkes but now ya'll have the Kimberly Hart edition.
Here it is, if ya could read this to the others I think they'll like it. I gotta go, my muscles ache, my head feels as if I'm been in a round with an army of Putties and Tengas and I didn't exactly win easily. Or another description would be I feel like I just got ran over by a herd of zords. If ya'll can't tell I'm sick. The flu is the absolute pits. This is the seventh letter I've written today. Anywayz I gotta go so I'll talk to ya later,
Love always,
Your Burly Bear
(a.k.a. Kimmie)
The guys busted out laughing at the last part. Tommy finally got his act together and looked at Jason who was slightly red with embarrassment.
"Burly Bear?" Jason looked at them, still red, but trying not to laugh. He had totally forgot about that name.
"Kimberly called me her Teddy Bear, steaming from the fact that I was always there for her and in her opinion I was like a big teddy bear always lending her a shoulder to cry on. Remember that this was at the time that her parents were divorcing. Anywayz I crazily decided that I had to have a teddy nickname for her and I chose Burly Bear. I got it form my nickname for her when we were five, Burly. The end of her name. Anywayz I'm gonna read the Kimberly Hart edition of "I Am" here it goes." He took a deep breath and began reading.
We are all Architects: we've built a solid foundation; and each year we go to school we add another floor of wisdom and knowledge.
We are all Sculptor's: we've shaped our morals and philosophies according to the clay of right and wrong.
Billy is a Painter: with each new idea he expresses, he paints a new hue in the worlds multitude of colors.
Alpha is a scientist: Each day that passes by, he gathers new data, making important observations, and experiment with new concepts and ideas.
Dulcea is a astrologist: reading and analyzing the palms of life and each new person she encounters.
Trey is an astronaut: Constantly exploring and broadening his horizons.
Kimberly is a doctor: She heals those who turn to her for consultation and advice, and she brings out the vitality in those who seem lifeless.
Trini is a Lawyer: She's not afraid to stand up for the inevitable and basic rights of herself and all others.
Jason is a Police officer: He always watches out for other peoples welfare and he is always on the scene preventing fights and keeping the peace.
Tommy is a Teacher: By his example others learn the importance of determination, dedication and hard work.
We are all Mathematicians: Making sure we conquer each on of our problems with correct solutions.
Rocky is a Detective: Peering through his two lenses, searching for meaning and significance in the mysteries of life (and food).
Adam is an Jury Member: Judging others and their situations only after he's heard and understood the entire story.
Katherine is a Banker: Others share their trust and values with her and never lose interest.
We are all Hockey Players: Watching out for and dodging those who try to block our goals.
Zack is a Marathon Runner: Full of energy, always moving and ready for the next challenge.
Tanya is a Mountain Climber: Slowly but surely she is making her way to the top.
Aisha is a Tight-Rope Walker: Carefully and stealthily she paces herself through every rough time, but she always makes it to the other end safely.
Zordon is a Millionaire: Rich in love, sincerity and compassion, and he owns a wealth of knowledge, wisdom, experience and insight that is priceless.
Most important, we are ourselves."
Jason stopped reading and looked at the group. They all appeared in deep thought, even Rocky. The first one to speak up was Katherine.
"She's right, ya know. I don't know Zack and Trini, but I know that the descriptions describe each of us perfectly. Especially Kimberly's and Jason's. Jason do you think I could get a copy of that poem?" Katherine seemed a little sad to Jason. The others nodded asking silently for copy's of the poem as well. He nodded curtly. Adam suddenly looked up.
"Ya know I think that was very insightful poem, the Kimberly Hart edition and the regular one as well. But I can't help thinking that Kimberly must have had one of three things 1) she had a lot of time on her hands and she was bored, 2) she's gone insane from all the training, or 3) she's matured way more than we can comprehend. Cause no offense to Kim but that doesn't sound like the Kimberly I saw walk onto the airplane a year ago." They all nodded. A few minutes later they all went there separate ways to think. Her poem had given them all a lot to think about.
3,000 miles away in Orlando, Florida, Kimberly Hart hung up the phone with Zordon, he had called through the Power Chamber system to inform her about the reading session. She smiled. She had had a feeling that they were all a little down lately, her empathic bond because of the power and her close friendships with them, had told her that. She had written that poem with hopes that it would lift there spirits. She had been right. It had. She was now happy with herself, she had done her good deed for the day. With that thought running through her head as well of the image and name of a special, young, patient, smart, Korean man that she had realized two months ago she had fallen for, she fell asleep. Adam's face drifting into the mindless dreamstate that came with sleep.
Jason looked down at the letter and poem in his hand puzzled. The only thought that was going through his head was that Kimberly obviously had too much free time on her hands.
He walked into the Youth Center and found the others sitting at the table that had always been the rangers table. He grinned. They were a different group, all right. And not only in looks either. There personality's were different as well. He shook his head Kimberly's poem and letter suddenly made perfect sense. He smiled as he sat down.
"Hey guys. You'll never guess who I got a letter from." Tommy arched his eyebrow.
"Who Jase?" Tommy didn't have a fond thing for letters. Jason motioned for them to follow him. They all got up and followed him to the teleporting hall as Zack called it.
"Meet me at the Power Chamber and I'll tell you." With that he teleported away in a stream of white. The others looked at each other, shrugged and followed suite.
In the Power Chamber Jason sitting on the floor Indian style. They all sat down as did Alpha-5 which surprised them. Jason looked around then took the letter and started to read it aloud.
"Dear Jason,
Have you ever noticed how often people ask you what you are going to be , what you do, or what you are planning to do after collage. Well I found this poem that fits our motley group perfectly. It was by Amy Yerkes but now ya'll have the Kimberly Hart edition.
Here it is, if ya could read this to the others I think they'll like it. I gotta go, my muscles ache, my head feels as if I'm been in a round with an army of Putties and Tengas and I didn't exactly win easily. Or another description would be I feel like I just got ran over by a herd of zords. If ya'll can't tell I'm sick. The flu is the absolute pits. This is the seventh letter I've written today. Anywayz I gotta go so I'll talk to ya later,
Love always,
Your Burly Bear
(a.k.a. Kimmie)
The guys busted out laughing at the last part. Tommy finally got his act together and looked at Jason who was slightly red with embarrassment.
"Burly Bear?" Jason looked at them, still red, but trying not to laugh. He had totally forgot about that name.
"Kimberly called me her Teddy Bear, steaming from the fact that I was always there for her and in her opinion I was like a big teddy bear always lending her a shoulder to cry on. Remember that this was at the time that her parents were divorcing. Anywayz I crazily decided that I had to have a teddy nickname for her and I chose Burly Bear. I got it form my nickname for her when we were five, Burly. The end of her name. Anywayz I'm gonna read the Kimberly Hart edition of "I Am" here it goes." He took a deep breath and began reading.
We are all Architects: we've built a solid foundation; and each year we go to school we add another floor of wisdom and knowledge.
We are all Sculptor's: we've shaped our morals and philosophies according to the clay of right and wrong.
Billy is a Painter: with each new idea he expresses, he paints a new hue in the worlds multitude of colors.
Alpha is a scientist: Each day that passes by, he gathers new data, making important observations, and experiment with new concepts and ideas.
Dulcea is a astrologist: reading and analyzing the palms of life and each new person she encounters.
Trey is an astronaut: Constantly exploring and broadening his horizons.
Kimberly is a doctor: She heals those who turn to her for consultation and advice, and she brings out the vitality in those who seem lifeless.
Trini is a Lawyer: She's not afraid to stand up for the inevitable and basic rights of herself and all others.
Jason is a Police officer: He always watches out for other peoples welfare and he is always on the scene preventing fights and keeping the peace.
Tommy is a Teacher: By his example others learn the importance of determination, dedication and hard work.
We are all Mathematicians: Making sure we conquer each on of our problems with correct solutions.
Rocky is a Detective: Peering through his two lenses, searching for meaning and significance in the mysteries of life (and food).
Adam is an Jury Member: Judging others and their situations only after he's heard and understood the entire story.
Katherine is a Banker: Others share their trust and values with her and never lose interest.
We are all Hockey Players: Watching out for and dodging those who try to block our goals.
Zack is a Marathon Runner: Full of energy, always moving and ready for the next challenge.
Tanya is a Mountain Climber: Slowly but surely she is making her way to the top.
Aisha is a Tight-Rope Walker: Carefully and stealthily she paces herself through every rough time, but she always makes it to the other end safely.
Zordon is a Millionaire: Rich in love, sincerity and compassion, and he owns a wealth of knowledge, wisdom, experience and insight that is priceless.
Most important, we are ourselves."
Jason stopped reading and looked at the group. They all appeared in deep thought, even Rocky. The first one to speak up was Katherine.
"She's right, ya know. I don't know Zack and Trini, but I know that the descriptions describe each of us perfectly. Especially Kimberly's and Jason's. Jason do you think I could get a copy of that poem?" Katherine seemed a little sad to Jason. The others nodded asking silently for copy's of the poem as well. He nodded curtly. Adam suddenly looked up.
"Ya know I think that was very insightful poem, the Kimberly Hart edition and the regular one as well. But I can't help thinking that Kimberly must have had one of three things 1) she had a lot of time on her hands and she was bored, 2) she's gone insane from all the training, or 3) she's matured way more than we can comprehend. Cause no offense to Kim but that doesn't sound like the Kimberly I saw walk onto the airplane a year ago." They all nodded. A few minutes later they all went there separate ways to think. Her poem had given them all a lot to think about.
3,000 miles away in Orlando, Florida, Kimberly Hart hung up the phone with Zordon, he had called through the Power Chamber system to inform her about the reading session. She smiled. She had had a feeling that they were all a little down lately, her empathic bond because of the power and her close friendships with them, had told her that. She had written that poem with hopes that it would lift there spirits. She had been right. It had. She was now happy with herself, she had done her good deed for the day. With that thought running through her head as well of the image and name of a special, young, patient, smart, Korean man that she had realized two months ago she had fallen for, she fell asleep. Adam's face drifting into the mindless dreamstate that came with sleep.
