LW Poetry

This feature showcases original poems by members of the Creative Writers Club and other GRF members. Send poems to emmad@lwsb.com. Poetry submissions run as space allows.

Safety First: Welcome Home Standing at The Point Just inside The Front Gate Facing motor vehicles From four directions All in racing mode Looking eyeball to eyeball Exchanging Hope and Earnest With no Protection Requesting Compliance No room for Error Only Hope of Agreement I was The Matador. I finished my shift Turned in my badge Clocked out Headed Home It was so Quiet Now Warm sun, Cool breeze I was Calm now, at Ease No stress How could this be? What have I forgotten? Where should I be? What should I be doing? Nothing. This Is It. This IS my Life now. Inside my Community Going to my Home Safely Home Relax At Last —Tim Kearns, Mutual 1