By Erin West
(freshman free verse poem in response to Naomi Shihab Nye's poem entitled Valentine for Ernest Mann))
Where do I find my poem?
I find my poem in breathtaking sunsets.
Both are calming and have meaning beneath them.
They strive to make days brighter and better.
They can sometimes come out of nowhere and make you realize your value.
If they are truly meaningful, they won’t be forgotten.
So, where do I find my sunset?
Where do I go to relax and to wonder?
To focus and have my spirits lifted?
Where can I find a glove and bat?
Where do I find softball?
A sport I call my oxygen.
I need it as much as an engine needs a car.
And as much as a car needs an open road.
I find my pleasure and happiness surrounded by caring friends and a deep, green, open field.
Sometimes it may be chaotic and other times it may be relaxing.
Either way, I find my poem in softball.