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Friday, September 3, 2004
Tired!!!
VB camp is finally over. I am too freaking tired!!!! The scrimmage yesterday was oh so awesome. We killed the other team in our first two games, then in the third game, we had a close game. Amazing!!!!!
Of Course i did play. And umm, I feel that i didn't do my best. I was too focused on the other players, trying to get them to go to their home postion. Two girls messed up a lot. I had to focus on them and the result of that is nothing cuz i missed some ball.
Anyway, I am so ehaxusted(spell check pls). We will go swimming this afternoon, just the JVs. The V. got practice. I pity them. But, not me! HAHA!
I finally was able to serve over the net now!!! Thanks to alexandria!!! WHoo-HOo!
Well, I have no idea of waht else to say so here is the poem of the day!
Len Roberts (1947– )
Climbing the Three Hills in Search of the Best Christmas Tree
Just seven nights from the
darkest
night of the year, my son
and I climb
the three hills behind
the white
house, his flashlight
leaping
from hemlock to fir,
to white
pine and blue spruce
and back
again. Up, up higher
he runs,
shadow among larger
shadows
in the below-zero,
constellated
half-mooned sky, his
voice
so distant at times
I think
it is the wind, a rustle
of tall
grass, the squeak of my
boots
on new snow, his silence
making
me shout, Where are you?,
his floating
back, Why are you so slow?,
a good
question I ask myself to
the beat
of my forty-eight-year-old
heart,
so many answers rushing up
that
I have to stop and command
them back,
snow devils whirling
before
me, behind me, on all
sides,
names that gleam and
black
out like ancient specks
of moon-
light, that old track
I step
onto like an escalator
rising
to the ridge where the
best
trees grow and I know
I will find my son.
WEll, CIAO!!!
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