Early Hour

I have to keep a journal for an English class I am taking.  We're encouraged to use our creativity in the form of poetry and drawings, so I wrote a silly poem in the style of Emily Dickinson.

I do realize my poem isn't even about death, so that's a pretty big difference between me and the "other" Emily.  But here goes.  The poem is about my 8am class.  I'm blessed, right?

Early Hour

Walking in the Morning

Sun's whisper and caress -

On one hand I am weary

On the other, Bless'd -

The Early Hour aching -

How it stings to rise!

Thankful for the Learning 

My tired Body cries -

I will awake each Morning

Walk the way to Class

My Life — that of the Student

To Learn, my Noble Task -

September 2, 2013

Two years ago: He was ALWAYS there.
Three years ago: Leave an anonymous letter of encouragement.