Summer - poem

Summer

The sunshine beams through the new wealth of green leaves

Bringing me back to simpler days

Soccer with friends, every day, sunrise to sunset

As I dwell on "the good old days"

I realize, perhaps it's time to appreciate the present

Divide - poem

Divide

A strange creature

A thousand different languages

A thousand miles

Is an entire different way of life

Every day, a war over culture and skin colour

Maybe one day, it will end

For all our differences, we still are one

Sports - Cinquain poem

Sports 

Alive proud 

Inspiring, challenging, fulfilling

Where I feel my best

Athlete

Lions

Lions

A sea of orange

The crowd erupts in a mighty roar

Over at the Lions game 

CW prompt assignment

John rolled out of bed at 6:30 AM, the same time he always did, and tiredly dragged himself over to his closet. He reached in and grabbed the first shirt, hoodie and pants he could find, it wasn't like it mattered what he grabbed, all he had in his closet was 7 different sets of the exact, uniform outfit. "Least it hides the soot" he muttered. He then grabbed the last piece of his outfit: a black gas mask. He quickly prepped and ate a bowl of oatmeal, put the gas mask on and walked out a giant hole in his house where a wall once stood, into the nuclear winter he was far too familiar with.