Summer
Late nights, water fights,
Sleepovers with friends,
Swinsuit tops, otter pops,
Beach towels in the sand.
Ice tea, lemonade,
Pow wows on the beach,
Ice-cream, lots of sweets,
Rockin' pool parties.
Pool days, BFF's,
Having fun in the sun,
Tan skin, sunny days
It's all so much fun!
Boo hoo, back to school,
summer fun will end,
but for now, let's have fun,
Enjoy things while they last!
Briana F.
Age12
Saturday, June 12, 2010
Poems by Patrons
"Untitled"
Darkness will rise light will fall
You can't escape what will come
Your soul is black
Your mind is dark
The Flowers are withered
The sky is grey
The end is near.
Nick S
Age 11
Darkness will rise light will fall
You can't escape what will come
Your soul is black
Your mind is dark
The Flowers are withered
The sky is grey
The end is near.
Nick S
Age 11
Poems by Patrons
White Birches in Fog
They stand-almost half-ethereal
As those once met in a soundless inward reverie
A rememberance at once remote, and yet they are real
As a legion of ghosts sent
On wooden branches bent
To haunt, the shade of distant memory
Shallene M
They stand-almost half-ethereal
As those once met in a soundless inward reverie
A rememberance at once remote, and yet they are real
As a legion of ghosts sent
On wooden branches bent
To haunt, the shade of distant memory
Shallene M
Poems by Patrons
Metamorphic incidence
Tangibility unchallenged till today
How can something grow in reverse
Regress into the warp mirrors of its past?
My idealism, my naivete' clings to linear
and stalwart ideas of progress
Ah, the sting of my backward thinking
The cocoon of misdirected judgment
Iridescent wings shifting, catching wind
Plummeting to origin, the spiral eclipse
Never touched, but once felt
You are standing still.
Wendy S.
Tangibility unchallenged till today
How can something grow in reverse
Regress into the warp mirrors of its past?
My idealism, my naivete' clings to linear
and stalwart ideas of progress
Ah, the sting of my backward thinking
The cocoon of misdirected judgment
Iridescent wings shifting, catching wind
Plummeting to origin, the spiral eclipse
Never touched, but once felt
You are standing still.
Wendy S.
Poems By Patrons
During National Poetry Month (April), the Main Library encouraged patrons to write poems for our "No Rhyme or Reason" wall of poetry. Below you'll find the poetry of our talented patrons.
"Untitled"
As I stand here staring
I wonder how you don't see
The way I look at you
The way no one knows but me
I wish I could talk to you
To tell you hoe I fell
But every time you come around
My lips are always sealed
I find myself wondering
How no one seems to notice
That whenever you'r aound
I can never seem to focus
Each time I think of you
It brings a smilr to my face
But tears to my eyes
It's a beautiful dream I chace
For what it's worth to you
I will always will be here
Unseen and unnoticed
But always somwhere near
"Untitled"
As I stand here staring
I wonder how you don't see
The way I look at you
The way no one knows but me
I wish I could talk to you
To tell you hoe I fell
But every time you come around
My lips are always sealed
I find myself wondering
How no one seems to notice
That whenever you'r aound
I can never seem to focus
Each time I think of you
It brings a smilr to my face
But tears to my eyes
It's a beautiful dream I chace
For what it's worth to you
I will always will be here
Unseen and unnoticed
But always somwhere near
Monday, December 7, 2009
LIBRARIES CLOSED DUE TO SNOW
The Cameron Park and El Dorado Hills Branch Libraries will be closed today, Monday, December 7th, due to snow... and lots of it!
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
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