I have two more poems which I wrote while I was waiting for the music teacher to get all done yelling at some kids in the hall.

"Fresnel"

Radiant beams,
Comes from prisms of glass,
A jewel in the darkness,
Made of polished brass.

As the light flashes,
Its beam of glory,
Many wonder,
Of its story.

Of passion,
Of hate,
Of destruction,
Of saving,
Of death,
And survival.

As the jewel shines,
Its beautiful beacon,
Made of prisms and brass,
Its birthplace is adorned,
"Paris, France."

"Thomas Point"

Upon steel legs,
Is a strong sentinel,
Which guards the waters,
Of Chesapeake Bay.

Everyone knows it,
Like the back of their hand,
Yet most have never seen it,
Beyond the beaches of sand.

Although land,
Is absent here,
Everyone is glad,
Its not at the end of a pier.

For Thomas Point,
Does not deserve that fate,
Nor should it deteriorate,
At a terrible rate,
May it shine forever,
One in a most unique trait.


[This message has been edited by Jake (edited 01-23-99).]