Poem-Sonnet

I found this, and I wrote it at the end of 8th grade (it was an assignment) but it turned out pretty good, so I figure I'll post it.  It's a sonnet, so its really strictly formed, which means I couldn't write it the way I wanted, but it's pretty good.

A Song Of The Past
Waking up to this year, my heart pounding
Wishing, waiting, hoping, dreaming, this year
The last one in this school, I cried a tear
Throughout this year, the music astounding

I sit in my chair, the drums resounding
Music holds my life, a boat holds the pier
The sound of the song leaves me with no fear
A clarinet sings, a trumpet sounding

Music, thing of the past, a time gone by
Yet memories lay here as bright as now
The music continues, a song, I sigh
Try to push reminders away, yet somehow
A simple song behind my head, I cry
Say goodbye to the past, hello to now

We were there

We were there
We were there, once
We lay, shoulder to shoulder
On the sweet green grass
The soft shadow
Of the hazelnut tree
Cooled our faces
As we stared up at the leaves
We were there, then
We listened to the birds
We watched them fly
From branch to branch
Singing a mid-day song
We watched the cool breeze
Making patterns
In the shifting leaves above our heads

We were here
We sat in the starlight
Felt the cool, damp grass
Standing up between our toes
Staining our almost invisible feet
A beautiful, spring smelling
Dusky green
Reminding us of the summer behind us
We were here
Where the sunlight met the starlight
And the moon pulsed, gleaming
We heard the rustle of the leaves in the wind
The trickle of a stream down below
Running through the winding hills
Ending at a small pond where fish swam
And frogs jumped into crevices in the rocks
We were here
When the bushes in the trees rustled
A small, sloped nose poked out
When a herd of deer stepped out
Making their hesitating way to the stream
When they bent their soft necks to drink
When they drank their fill and lifted their heads
When, as one, they turned and ran into the trees
We watched them vanish
Leaving only the rustle of branches they had brushed
And the soft, clip-clop of hooves on dirt
Until it, too, vanished
Leaving only the starlight, the stream, the sweet wet grass
And us

It's been a while...

I realize I haven't posted in a long time.  Yes, I know it's my fault.  You can yell at me later.

So I was reading and I had inspiration for this poem.  Read it and smile.  AND COMMENT!

Oh, and happy new year!  (wow, that was late...)

Smile

In every shadow
There is a ray of light
A spark, a flame
A sign of life
In every corner
There is a window
A way out
And a way back in
In every hole
There is a friend
A person to hold you up
When you feel like you will fall
In every thunderstorm
There is a rainbow waiting
A shimmering arch of color
Showing you the way
In every saddened heart
There is a drop of hope
A dream of the future
A wish to come true
In every person
There is sadness deep inside
A hole, deep and dark
With a bottom muddy and slick
In every friend
There is kindness, a smile
A rope to pull you out
And put you on your feet
A hand to hold onto
And a smile that spreads
From their face
To yours