Are You Happy Poem by Amelia Wasiluk

As I was walking in the woods, towards the end of our hike, I gazed down upon heavy snow, I pondered for a moment and asked, 'what shall I do 'til I die'? I paused, having just watched two snow fisherman SITTING SIDE BY SIDE in the middle of an icy pond/Lake, one with a fish hanging off His stick, sitting on what it appeared to be a white bucket, unhooking his fish, then putting it back into the hole; THEN blirted out TO MY FAMILY, ' I WANT TO GO ICE FISHING' seems simple. Then the answer came; BE HAPPY. Then I was Happy.

Then I went about, creating messes. I stopped, and pondered, 'I am unhappy'. Then I went about to unravel my own messes, and was happy.

So I was happy, a little longer, I was still happy....

I went about created some NEW messes, I wondered, ' why am I unhappy'?
this time with greater ease, I went about to unraveled my own messes, and NOW I am HAPPY!


ARE YOU HAPPY?