POETRY

Castles of Sand

Edgar Allan Crow (anonymous submission)

the shovel and the pail combine sand, water,
and pebbles from the ocean.

the packing of the smooth, small hands of my
friend, have me wishing for

my own toys to play with on the beach.
i am sick of sharing with

people who care only about themselves,
rather than their impact on others.

the crashing of the waves against the shore
sends my mind wild. so, i sit

there, dreaming of being at home. alone,
rather than with those who hate me for being myself.

In The Arena

Edgar Allan Crow (anonymous submission)

 

The thundering of hooves

The smell of sweat

Dust from the sand flying everywhere

The variety of colors on horses

The timer ticking for each horse and rider

The crowd of people on the other end of the fence

The movement of flying around the arena

The intense stare between the cow and horse

Ropes flying around each cow's horns

The suspense of everyone wanting to know who was fastest

Judges judging every move that is made

Keeping the horses calm while riding down the alleyway



 

Exotic Rescue

Edgar Allan Crow (anonymous submission)

Snakes wrapped around lamp poles

Monkeys leaping from tree to tree

Lions sunning themselves in the gravel

The delusion, the desire with wild animals

Went to the wolves first

They came to him, laid down on the ground

Pets and kisses filled the pen

Was the best feeling in the world

Now the animals are gone

Ownership of exotic animals has been banned

In the open, giraffe's long lope

The lion's hypnotic canter

Elephants sucking water through their trunks

Spraying themselves til their hides glisten

Rhythm , a pulse, a roar of the land

Given up the beloved animals

Making the wild so fascinating

The animals live so peacefully

Roaming all the lands