Cassy Taberna

Rookie (July 13,1993 / Missoula, Montana)

At the Pond


As I looked around the pond
I see people playing in the snow
Laughing and throwing snowballs at each other
Making snow angles with great pride
Children sledding down the hill as if flying

As I look on the pond
I see people skating
Skating like soaring eagles
Twirling like tornadoes
But graceful as a ballerina dance

As I look around the pond
I see a people having fun
Enjoying themselves
Helping each other as if they were their little sister
I see a peaceful and fun world

But I
I am having no fun
No fun at all
For I am sitting on the bench
Sitting on the bench like a lost dog
For I am cripple

Submitted: Sunday, May 13, 2007
Edited: Friday, February 25, 2011

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  • Rookie Amber Lamb (7/26/2008 7:39:00 AM)

    This a very nice write. You have a great amount of potential, Miss Cassy. Glad to enjoy the results of your efforts. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie , aryaindia (7/25/2008 7:48:00 PM)

    The sadness and self pity and misfortune of one bereft of god given bounty is picturised in such dwelling words. I am sad. But I am sure god has not let you down...........he has given you the power to pen words......keep writing...you shall shine. arya (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 0 Points Ben Gieske (7/18/2008 10:30:00 AM)

    Aaron, you may be a cripple, but you are a good observer and poet. Good poetry does depend a great deal on observation. Many great poets have had problems to overcome. May you be one of them. Your observations remind me of all the things we did when we were young. I still remember the cold toes, the biting wind, etc. Not always just sheer joy. Your sitting by and observing also reminds me of Washington Roebling, son of the engeneer and designer and also an engineer, who helped build the Brooklyn Bridge. After working for long hours at high atmospheric pressure, he collapsed with decompression sickness and was partially parayzed. He continue supervising the constrution of the bridge only through binoculars from his balcony, which was close enough to the counstrucition site. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Aaron Tate (7/12/2008 7:32:00 AM)

    You didn't just paint an image in my head, you hand carved a magnificeint day at the park out of stone into my brain. I must say for a moment there I actually wanted to outside, you worked my emotions.

    Excellent Write. Bravo please. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 2 Points Shelley L Baxter-Stanley (9/8/2007 3:58:00 PM)

    Cassy this poem had such visuals...they made me ((Smile)) and see all the activity in my minds eye.Thank you so much for the getaway at the pond...
    Great imagery and feeling went into this poem...I especially liked how you said there were those helping others as they would their little sister...(Great insight) ...a neat way of describing someone being helpful and kind to someone.
    Please don't call yourself a cripple...we are all impaired in some ways sometimes physically, some poeple emotionally and with the insight and talent you have for writing you could never call yourself that...no one should we all have our gifts and weakness.Thank God U have eyes to appreciate the beauty of that moment at that pond...
    Wishing you all that is good.Health, Happiness and unexpectated ((Smiles)) ...
    =Shelley=
    Ten out of 10! ! (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Michael Gale (8/4/2007 12:34:00 PM)

    This was a good poem yet a little hint of sadness that pulls on the heart strings of human emotions. Please keep writing. A good writer will come into their own with time and practice of the English language. In school for me, my Kryptonite was math and American History but my strong points was English and Art.
    God bless all poets and readers alike-MJG. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Gold Flower (6/26/2007 8:18:00 AM)

    I liked this poem so much! That is how I feel when my friends are having fun at the beach and I can't go. I am sitting bored at home. And nice similes! Or however you spell similes! Keep on writing these great poems! Someday you will be a great poet! (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 0 Points Ben Gieske (6/19/2007 7:20:00 AM)

    Refreshing that you picked this theme in the winter time. I gravitate to think about ponds in the other seasons. Actually, I think people do more things around them in the winter time. And here you are composing a poem, not like anybody else. I wonder if they suspect what you are doing. They certainly missed out on some of the fun. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 10 Points David Knox (6/16/2007 6:43:00 PM)

    erm i can help but you have to look up this word i can help you be vicarious and that will be great but u gotta look of vicarious (Report) Reply

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