" ' ...Yet the moment is here to fly again. Not just home, not just yet; but fly into the storm.' " (Maguire 298), Liir, Son of A Witch
This week school has been same old, same old. I have Tim's birthday party to go to tomorrow and here is a poem I wrote for his birthday card.
P.S. Please bear with me for they're some inside jokes :)
Tim is a man of many different trades.
Tim is a man whose spirit never fades.
Tim is an architect who dreams in the night.
Tim is someone one would cal eccentric at first sight.
Tim is an artist whose paintings inspire.
Tim will eat cheese balls, no matter when they expire.
Tim is a set designer whose set blows people away.
Tim sometimes dreams of having a Mi Thai at a café.
Tim can be a genius of structural integrity and design.
Tim can be blond and can mess up some of the time.
Tim loves to cook French meals and deserts.
Tim is the one with paint on most his shirts.
Tim has a goal which is simple, yet unique throughout this land.
Tim doesn’t share this dream with “the Shaw’s announcer” or Joan Chamberland.
Tim’s dream is to make other people smile,
to look at his work and forget life for awhile.
By teaching me so much, even though he may not see
Tim has made his dream reality for me.
Happy Birthday Tim and remember to keep dreaming. Your dreams are what has gotten me so into art; thank you!
~Richard
Friday, January 12, 2007
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