Treasure Island

Juan Olivarez

(september 12 / nyssa oregon)

The Giant West Of The House


Woke up that morning,
And I walked outside.
The giant west of the house,
Was trying to hide.

Storm clouds surrounded him,
As he gently dozed.
Under new fallen powder,
His eyes definitely closed.

His head was all covered,
With fresh fallen snow.
and I warm in my sweater,
As the wind did blow.

And all round the desert,
My wild friends chose to sleep.
Deep in their burrows,
But the sky chose to weep.

Up high the ravens,
Effortlessly did glide.
Ebony bodies outlined in white,
Enjoying the ride.

And I realized I was happy,
Like never before,
In that wild savage land,
Who could ask for more?

I smiled at the giant,
Who continued to dream.
With a long beard of snowflakes,
So serene it all seemed.

And I walked to the desert,
On that chilly morn.
My heart wild and delirious,
With the snow, with the storm.

I walked for miles,
Forever it seemed.
Through that mystical land,
I still see in my dreams.

Submitted: Wednesday, August 21, 2013
Edited: Friday, August 23, 2013

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8/21/13 Alton Texas

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