I Feel . . .
About this article
This poem, written by a high school student from Pontiac, Michigan, expresses the joy of spring, growth, and new life.I feel
most happy
when the ground is breaking,
the dark earth giving way to the
warmth of a yellow sun. I feel most
content when I breathe the cool air
and it runs through my little green
veins, giving life to my being.
I feel most at peace when
the gentle wind sways
my
vermilion
hair
and
makes
me
dance
in
the
warmth
of a yellow sun.
I feel calmed when the
morning dew trickles down my
emerald spine and collects in the
crevices of my broad
hands.
I
feel
most
loved
at
the
touch
of a young child, a gift to his
unexpecting mother. My growth ends, yet I live on in the eyes
of another. And I make them happy in the warmth of the yellow sun.
--G. M. I., Pontiac, MI
Acknowledgments
(This poem is from She Said . . . He Said . . . Teens Speak Out on Life and Faith, edited by Laurie Delgatto [Winona, MN: Saint Mary's Press, 2003], page 73. Copyright © 2003 by Saint Mary's Press. Permission is granted for this poem to be used for classroom or campus ministry purposes. This poem may not be republished in any form without written permission from Saint Mary's Press. To order this book, contact Saint Mary's Press at 800-533-8095, or visit our online catalog at www.smp.org/catalog.cfm.)
Published April 20, 2004.
