The Road Poems
  A path lies in my hands today
  A path between right and wrong
  People think that they can effect what I say
  But the voice belongs to me alone, any time and every day
 To myself I must stay strong 
 The time is here upon me now
 To make my choice of path
 I cannot let them knock me down
 I have to make my own decisions, and stand my own ground
 All the questions in my head are still arising. 

--MORGAN 

Camping Trip
He woke up to see,
That no one was there but he.
The night before,
He had been with four more.

In the distance,
He moved for an instance.
Out of curiosity,
He went to the luminosity.

He followed the road,
Which the light had showed.
It quickened its pace,
As if they were in a race.

Moving quicker,
As the fog got thicker.
Without knowing,
Where he was going.

The light disappeared,
And the fog cleared.
Like the night before,
He was there with the other four.


--ALEXA

The Bold

It was an old shabby one.
That nobody took.
It could be seen from someone’s
Back porch, if you would look

A black Suburban,
With a red bumper sticker.
Left the rural and headed for the urban.
It took the path not worrying about the stickers

As it drove down the road the road that was so old
Not worrying about the time.
They were the bold,
As the birds made the chime. 

--COLE E.

Road Poem
The open road diverged into two,
The journey will never be the same.
Where are we headed to?
The roads never stop branching in front of you,
All I can do now is look from where I came.

All the paths have been taken before,
But when it’s all said and done,
Every choice is a new door.
Every path I take I wonder more,
Did I follow the correct one?

---Francisco

Two Roads
                                             Two roads collide in a grassy plain
                                               Their paths unequally matched
                                                  Soon I must choose a lane
                                               One path could lead me to fame
                                              The other could leave me latched

                                            As I move to a never ending flame.
                                               I saw a roof that was thatched.
                                         The little house will never be the same.
                                        Once touched by the never ending flame.
                                                    Not even if it is patched. 

                                                I chose to take the toughest lane.
                                             Even though my plan never hatched
                                                I knew this lane wasn’t the same
                                           By the things I saw on its rugged terrain
                                               The people seemed less attached

                                            The other lane would just brings pain
                                             A pain that could never be matched
                                                 I’m truly glad I chose this lane
                                         Because now I know I will not go insane
                                            But I will always remain unmatched. 

“Path Called Life”

We are on a path
A path called life
Filled with laughs
Filled with strife.

The path will diverge, as it should
And there’s no turning back
Though some wish they could.

The path is hard
I suppose it true
But up ahead
A blue horizon is there for you.

This path is one we all must take
For in order to triumph
We all must make mistakes.

In the end we will be called
By our own special name
And when we see God
Nothing will be the same.

This is where the path ends
I hope you have lived it well
No more diversions no more bends
Now your path is a story to tell.

Choices,
One man walks down the road of his mind
And sees two men looking at two signs,
One reads good, the other reads bad,
And both men go their way on the roads of one man’s mind,

One man looks at the life of the bad, 
One man looks at the life of the good, 
The man on the road decides his way,
And sees a mile down the road, 
Two more signs, on another crossroad.
--Scott

Just Believe
Which way is right?
This she did not know.
Which would cause a fight?
And which would end the fright?
Which would help her grow?
Was God there?
She was not sure,
who was the one that showed so much care? 
Then she realized there was a cure!
To believe in the One most pure.
This has changed her life greatly,
For she now has hope.
Now she is filled with love completely,
Believing so deeply.
No more does she mope!
--Gabi

Road Poem
The open road diverged into two,
The journey will never be the same.
Where are we headed to?
The roads never stop branching in front of you,
All I can do now is look from where I came.

All the paths have been taken before,
But when it’s all said and done,
Every choice is a new door.
Every path I take I wonder more,
Did I follow the correct one?

The icy path steep as a hill,
Our group grew tenfold.
Being many in number, we ate our fill
But in order to eat, we had to kill
For all had to brave the cold.

As the blizzard continued, the path became opaque
Many tried to hide,
Plodding in the snow, shelter they tried to make
Not knowing, all fell in a lake.
In the end, they all died…J
--Chris


Finally, a chance to be cool
All he had to do was drink.
Not wanting to look a fool,
He grabbed a can from the pool
But he began to think.

All it takes is a sip
And he would no longer be a freak,
But the the can to his lip
And his life would take a major slip.
He turned the other cheek.

-Austin
A Day at the Zoo
By Emily G

The grassy walkway steamed in the sun
Distracted by childish excitement and screams of monkeys,  
I carefully discerned which way I would come. 
One path took to old turtles who were no fun, 
The other led to flamingos, slim and not chunky. 

I wanted to see the turtles, blending with the rocks, 
The enjoyment of watching their heads poke out
As they emerged from what seemed like large blocks,
Gave me such interest which turned into shock
Because being a turtle would make me pout. 

On the other hand, the flamingos were so graceful
Although they didn’t smell as sweet as they looked.
I wished I had pink feathers, for I would be so tasteful!
If I could bend my knee backwards, I would never be hateful, 
Because flamingos are so very nice their free time is always booked. 

So instead of viewing either creature, 
I headed toward the ginormous elephants. 
They were not skinny, nor they had a tiny feature; 
They just stood around like my algebra teacher. 
They were so joyous and large, too bad there was a fence.  

Left or Right
Back or Straight
Follow with your sight
For it must be fate

Whatever you choose
It must be from you
For the road is whose?
The road is for you

Take the right
Take the left
Do not fight
Do not be less than deft

Go back
Go forward
Nothing to lack
Nothing to go toward
--Allison

When I see roads split
One high and one low
I would rather be in a pit
Because then I would know where to go

It is a hard decision to pick a road
What makes it harder is that you going very fast
When people say it’s an easy decision I say that’s a load
But if you don’t make it quick you will always finish last
     --Daniel


ILLUSIONS.

As I began to walk ahead
Two roads were nearing,
The thought of choosing filled me with dread,
 For I had a reasonable path set in my head,
But both roads looked so appealing.

The one on the left had trees of gold, 
And the road on the right had flowers of yellow.
The path by the trees was worn and old, 
While the color of the left path was still quite bold.
This choice could determine the life of a fellow. 

I stood there, beginning to consider
That the left road was right for me. 
I really liked that conifer, 
And it seemed a bit less mossier
Than the right path’s golden trees. 

As I set foot towards the left, something changed.
The path on the right…
It had re-arranged.
It no longer was perfectly maintained,
And it’s gruesomeness caused fright.
The trees, once golden, were suffering dejection, 
The road was dim and grey. 
I had found the road’s deception.
Instead of winning me, it received rejection,
And lost its precious prey. 
--Mary

When choosing a road,
There are consequences they hold.
You can choose to be yourself,
Or become someone else’s shelf
For them to put their attributes on you.

You must be wise, 
For one road is demise
That creeps along 
With danger prolonged.
They require that many do not have.

One road is filled with regret, 
For someone will never forget.
And once you have chosen,
The other is broken, 
And you cannot return.

You must choose with care,
For the choice stays in your hair.
Such a short-term delight,
Can become a long-term plight.
Rise above, and choose an anti-drug.
          ---Luke