Dog Sled Poem

Out of the warm and into the cold,
hundreds of noises, all the same, but very different.
Harness the small, but amazingly strong dogs,
Waiting for the signal, braking,
And we’re off!
Flying through the streets, a turn, and we are in the forest
Nearly dodging trees and rocks,
Sharp turns, getting whipped by branches,
But they keep pushing on.
Step after step, hill after hill.
And finally we arrive.
Tents, chains, rivers and trees.
Un-harness the dogs, chain them up,
The opposite of this morning.
Feeding them and giving them soup,
To one thing, it is disgusting food,
But to another it is a delicacy.
Now to our food,
But first, cut logs and get water,
Then eat amazing food,
Then finally sleep, so we can do it all again tomorrow.

Man/Boy

Duff I.

Boys are boys.
They don’t want to be little,
They don’t want to be weak,
They want to get lots of respect,
They want to go places,
That only the men can go,
And get all the fancy cars, the money and the women.
But over the period of time
Where the boy gets tall, strong, and gets more respect
That want changes,
And becomes something different.
Men don’t want to be tall and old
They want to go back to the time where they could dream
About the cars, money and girls,
And be able to break the rules by going places they weren’t allowed to go
And doing things they weren’t supposed to do.
But the men and the boys shouldn’t dream
They should make the most of what they have now
Instead of wanting something, that, if you wait for comes too soon
Or wishing for something that’s already past
Maybe that might just make what we have now
A little bit more fun.