Mattie Stepanek :)

On Being a Champion




A Champion is a winner,

A hero...

Someone who never gives up

Even when the going gets rough.

A champion is a member of

A winning team...

Someone who overcomes challenges

Even when it requires creative solutions.

A champion is an optimist,

A hopeful spirit...

Someone who plays the game,

Even when the game is called life.

There can be a champion in each of us,

If we live as a winner,

If we live as a member of the team,

If we live with a hopeful spirit,

For Life.
 
-Mattie J. T. Stepanek.
 
" Yall should look him and his poems up....he was a very amazing boy.

One Of my Fav.

THE LOCKLESS DOOR




by: Robert Frost (1874-1963)



T went many years,

But at last came a knock,

And I thought of the door

With no lock to lock.



I blew out the light,

I tip-toed the floor,

And raised both hands

In prayer to the door.



But the knock came again

My window was wide;

I climbed on the sill

And descended outside.



Back over the sill

I bade a “Come in”

To whoever the knock

At the door may have been.



So at a knock

I emptied my cage

To hide in the world

And alter with age.

Robert Frost...

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening by Robert Frost


Whose woods these are I think I know.

His house is in the village, though;

He will not see me stopping here

To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer

To stop without a farmhouse near

Between the woods and frozen lake

The darkest evening of the year.



He gives his harness bells a shake

To ask if there is some mistake.

The only other sound's the sweep

Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep,

But I have promises to keep,

And miles to go before I sleep,

And miles to go before I sleep.
 
 
(Even though it isn't 'snowy' at  my house at the moment( it is sooooo hot outside!!!!) I love this poem....and it is one of my Daddy's favorite too!!!! <3

~ The Deep~

Out in the deep of the darkness



While the land is sound asleep

I stare out, soaking in the calmness


When suddenly i hear a faint weep

...A lonely whipperwail calls out to the deep...





Lightning bugs dance about, talking with the night


Stars in the far away distance


Ansewer back with their twinkeling light





A strong breeze awakens the trees


Leaves begin to whisper...


I do believe i heard one say -'can't she let us be?'






Quietness has ceased

As a train rumbles through


It's shrill whistle echos across my mountain


Breaking the silence into






The moon's glow rests on my face


My eyelids feel the need of sleep


I stare one last time off into space...


Then close my eyes to dream of the deep...




CSl '10

The New and the Old

Here is a poem I wrote. I'm putting the original down then the revised addition. Please tell me which one you like the best.

Lost Treasures

Upon the forsaken sods of lands so far away,

Where once man walked but now has been forgotten,

The trees thirst for water, rivers dry up and are no more,

Theres old barns with roofs acaving in,

Abandon towns with gloomy pasts,

but one day man might walk again on this forsaken sod,

once again to reclaim his greatest treasure of them all.

Revised Lost Treasures

Upon the forsaken sods of lands so far away,

Where once man walked but now has been forgotten.

The riverbeds are dry where once the water splashed,

old barns where once the animals slept,

have long since been forgotten,

Abandon towns with gloomy pasts,

but one day man might walk again on this forsaken sod,

Once again to reclaim one of his lost treasures.

-Meaghan