Pickle In Your Pocket

YAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWNNNNNN!!!!!!! (stretch) awww well its monday morning again and I am feeling slightly refreshed after the weekend I had. My weekend with the exception of yesterday was rather low key. Saturday night I swam some laps in the pool and then I hung out with my friend Trevor and we went out to the driving range to hit some golf balls. I had never been out there before and not to brag or anything but I am pretty freaking awesome . JK. I did pretty well. I was able to hit the ball straight consistently… but I had a little trouble getting underneath the ball with a few of the flatter faced clubs.

After hitting balls we went down to the bars and got a pitcher of Laganitas IPA and sat around and talked for a little bit. then we went our separate ways and I was so tired i just ended up going home and spending the rest of the night playing virtuafighter 5 on the playstation 3. I know what a grandpa…i guess i just wasnt feeling very much like going out.

Sunday I got up early and decided I wanted to go for a run. I drove out to the Airport Health Club, parked and ran a route I had previously clocked out as 3.5 miles one way. By the time i finished my run it was already 90 degrees outside and I was super sweaty and sunburned. I then ended up going out to the beach with trevor and my girl Tess’s dog Oscar on a man date.

The beach was really nice but i was very disappointed that I had to keep oscar on the leash…i think he was pretty miffed too. trev and I ended up throwing the football around and oscar tried to do his best about getting hold of the ball while attached to a leash. The sand was soooo hot on our feet standing didnt last long and we ended up spending most the time sitting on our asses in the sand. It was obvious oscar’s feet were burning by how he kept trying to climb up on trevors back pack to get out of the sand. So I laid out a towel for him the lay on and he immediately flopped down on it. After we hung out for a little bit we made our way back to the car and headed back into town.

All in all it was very much a weekend for relaxing. I felt like a cave troll for not going out or spending much time with my friends but in all honestly sometimes its good to have that freedom and time for yourself. I dont think I would have done anything differently if i could have done it over.

As I look into a field of green,

The grass dances with a bright young sheen,

The blades tickle their neighbors with innocent joy,

As they lovingly hug this visiting boy

As he smiles and looks into the emerald bays

Hazel trees tip and sway so free

They sing with the grass and dance with the wind

And watch the boy as he discovers beauty again.

My finger outstretched as it travels your cheek

Trembles with love and all that is weak

Through dark and light your fields shine true

Green fields of need known to so few

I have grown to know and believe all I see

Now all I see but your lips and your soul be,

All but your hearts uncertainty

Green fields do you quiver so with joy

As you lay before this admiring boy

If it be let your vast fields but blink,

And take me standing before you as this boy

I stand in but a field of green, surrounded by all I wish

Held back by all I know and all I see

Now I close my eyes and you are all that lay before me

You and your fields of green , and I but this poor lost boy

Who loves you, captured by your emerald sea, sighs.

For I need nothing else to bring me love and joy

So I return to my fields where I am safe.

And now for all the places I have been

And all the people I have known

Wish to call these green fields

My home.

dylan h…..(this was my first published poem four years ago)

Yellow rose

Oh, yellow rose how do you lay, so sweet

Upon unsettled ground you lay before my feet.

You lay with life born by a single tear

You lay with love and all I hold dear,

And bending down, now I lay with none but you

In a field of grass born under a blanket of dew.

Picking you up I smell your sweet breath,

And pull you in till you lay upon my chest.

I deliver a kiss upon your silky skin

And rest my head against your lowered chin.

Now looking up to the stars above,

I wonder how it may seem, if not a dream,

That walking here, in a field, and endless sea

It came to be. That I saw you, and you saw me.

With a field so grand full of roses so sweet

It was you that I found stretched before my feet.

My view is but of a yellow rose, living in a golden hue,

And the stars watching from overhead struggle to reflect you.

Held fast set so in your ways refuse to let it be said,

That you stand over all who are red.

An opus, so perfect, you swim through the jade bay.

I take a quiet step back, and I sit to watch you flow with life’s breaths,

You lean and sway with all that has ever been said,

Life’s words of wisdom which flow from each heart tipped head.

And now sitting here, I have heard all which they have said,

So I lean back till I rest my head, down upon this emerald bed,

And I smile because my words which have taken flight,

Hover between me and your warming light.

With a sigh, I strain to say what must be said,

“I LOVE YOU BECAUSE YOU ARE NOT RED.”

Dylan h