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Creative Writing

Poem: The Bike Ride

I used to roam when I was young  Past cul-de-sacs and creeks. Taste of dew fresh on my tongue, Biked on valley peaks.    I dreamt of life as it was up there,  Birds warbling from their trees. But soon enough, I’d have to go Back down to life’s mundanities.    On summer days, I…
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Nadia Khan

January 16, 2021

I used to roam when I was young 

Past cul-de-sacs and creeks.

Taste of dew fresh on my tongue,

Biked on valley peaks. 

 

I dreamt of life as it was up there, 

Birds warbling from their trees.

But soon enough, I’d have to go

Back down to life’s mundanities. 

 

On summer days, I longed to stay 

Where branches kissed the sky.

But as I aged, my wonder would fade

Each time that I biked by. 

 

I haven’t been in years and years,

I don’t know if I should return. 

The ephemeral high of on that bike

Is one for which I yearn. 

A day in the life of Coleman Crow

A day in the life of Coleman Crow

Baseball players choose to devote their time differently, some follow a strict routine and others are more relaxed. For Rocket City Trash Pandas pitcher, Coleman Crow, his schedule is based on a routine.  “I feel like if I knock everything off my checklist, I'm going...