Sorry Little Brother

by Sarah Wyse

copyright © 2001

Sorry little Brother, but you can't go,
My friends are calling me, it's time for the show.
It's a show that I really want to see,
But you can't tag along with me.
Now I'm going to go and you're going to stay,
I'll be home soon anyway.


Path

I look out at the water
I see the cool crescents, gliding gallantly across the lake
As they splash ashore,
A warm sea breeze brings the sent of a bon fire to my nose.
With a deep breath I look around,
The perfect structures of rocks are towering over me.
Sand blows around me and the sun begins to set.
Soft colors of pink and orange fill the sky.
A bird flies through the air,
It's outline shown in the sun.
As all settles and becomes calm,
The stars take their turn in the World's beauty.
Shinning silver, brighter then ever before,
They fill the sky.
And with the help of the moon,
They lead me a path home.