The Dream

I think I woke up,
What is that sound,
It sounds beautiful,
I walked into the room,
The family is dancing and playing music,
The rhythm flows with the beat of my heart,
The beat of the washboards went with the pounding of my feet when I dance,
Then I woke up,
It was such a rhythmic dream.

-John

Class of 2010

A Staring Sound

I’m looked upon in a small village,
I can feel and hear their stares,
Organized madness in the streets,
The music speaks to me like a long lost friend,
The sound of the stares is silently loud,
Amongst all the people,
I am alone.