Yonder New House

Thar New House

    T’ New House be a poem about how people lea’e a mark on t’places they have been, after they be gone.  This poem makes ye think about how yer friends, colleagues an’ family will remember us when we be gone.  In this poem thar author shows that she was forgotten, along wi’ ye emotions an’ memories that came from her.  But does this mean that we exist beyond our physical presence on this Earth.     Many people who belong t’a religion belie’e in a place after Earth where we remain an’ live fer yonder rest o’eternity.  This be where Read more »

Me Side

Me Side

In me third period math class, ye teacher asks a question t’ class, an’ hands begin t’sprout up around yonder room.  I sit still, me hands firmly placed t’gether in me lap, tryin’ t’a’oid eye contact wi’ me teacher because thar was no way I would let anyone in me class belie’e I cared about me education or future or other objecti’es like that, while interim tryin’ t’give off that confident bad boy persona by leanin’ aft in me chair, headphones on an’ feet up on t’desk, in ye aft corner o’yonder room.  When t’eacher calls on a boy in Read more »