Here is a collection of my own work. I keep a portfolio at home and
this is just a small collection of my work.
The poem Freedom has been published in three different books. It's also
on the internet and on audio cassette tape. I am very proud of its success.
A hidden Door was written not to long ago in my writing class.
Where is freedom?
Where are you hiding?
I am getting old.
Every year that I get older
It gets harder to find you.
When I was young
You and I were always together.
Now, I feel like a prisoner
Of strict rules and regulations.
I feel like I am in a cage,
Put there by the elders.
A cage that only says, No!
You never said No to me.
Do they care? I have trouble telling?
Why did they separate us?
Will they ever let you come back to me?
I feel I have no life . . .
No life without you.
Where are you freedom?
A Hidden Door
The whistling wind through the trees sounded like
Golden leaves slowly floated to the icy floor.
The frozen ground cracked and bore a hidden door.
From that door came seven little men who were
*If it sounds like there should be another stanza to it, you are correct.
It has another stanza but I am in ther process of rewriting it.
I am rewriting it because one it isnt as good nor does it really fit the first stanza.*