By Julie

Dry crunchy leaves,
Crunch beneath my feet,
Whispering secrets to me that I didn’t ask to hear,
Stone fountains
Lacking water that must have run through them hundreds of years ago,
Trees, ebony black, stand regally to the side,
Watchful gaurdians of the old yard,
Demented nonetheless.
The pale moon, high overhead, glowing brightly with tinges of yellow and green,
Puddles of water built up on the hard dirt ripple as my feet step through them,
A temple made of stone and entwined in creepers stands before me,
The stone figure the size of a telephone booth displaying wooden totem poles
A tiki symbol carved into the stone matches the same symbol Carved into the stone
Around my neck.
Gasping with understanding,
A voice deep in my mind whispers to me my choices
And I am gone
With the wind.

Sea stars litter the sandy bottom,
Fine sand that slips between your fingers coat the shallow ocean floor,
So thick that you can’t hope to bury deep to the rock bottom,
Liquidy feels of water passing through,
Chilly, smooth, wet, and breezy,
Above is more water, ripples of light crossing, as though purifying the water,
And the slippery shape of a bottlenose dolphin travels swiftly over the surface, searching for me,
Kicking off from the surface of smooth and fine sand,
I shoot upwards like a torpedo,
The slimy, warm back of the dolphin greets me
Climbing aboard, kicking back seaweed, equally slimy,
The dolphin chirps playfully,
We’re off!
Water streaming, flying back behind us,
Skimming across the surface of the water,
Dolphin chirping a delightful song,
Me squealing along,
Spotting the sea stars flashing red and orange underwater like a movie in fast forward,
Sunshine topping the scene off, blue-rinsing me with joy, warmth, and dolphin whistles,
Feet touching, flying against the water,
The wonderful journey on dolphin’s back words cannot discribe,
Wonderous,
Warm,
Blue,
and
flying through the water, like penguins,
Bubbles erupting around us,
The dolphin and me,
The sun topping us off with joy,
Washing us with sunrays.

Forget-Me-Not,
Dappled tiny and blue,
Forget-Me-Not,
Tiny stars looking neat and new,
Forget-Me-Not,
Bouquet for you.
Forget-Me-Nots,
All in a pot,
Or the field, a half-mile long,
Forget-Me-Nots,
To pick a lot
Is like singing a joyous song
Forget-Me-Nots,
Forget them not!
Who could forget a
Forget-Me-Not?