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It’s May and the Rain is Falling Ryan Griffiths It’s May and the rain is falling; The hills were just going from green to golden But now it’s May, and the sun is stalling. This time before summer – usually … Continue reading
Up on my hilltop Looking down on the bay; I see roads, houses, a bridge – All so far beneath me. Up here I am king Of that land below; From my castle at this peak I rule as far … Continue reading
Amongst rolling golden hills and between fog-covered coastal mountains are the ancient oaks of Los Altos Hills, California. Nestled sporadically over great and endless knolls, devoid of life during dry summer months, the oak trees of Los Altos Hills – … Continue reading
Wind rippled through my hair like water through a raging river. I could feel the vibrations of the road pulsating from my feet to the rest of my body. As I looked down and saw my board’s wheels rotating over … Continue reading
This is an autobiography assignment I wrote for a bogus required class called “Living Skills.” I got a C on this; I didn’t “provide enough concrete examples.” Different people different tastes, I guess… *** The viridian hills rolled on past … Continue reading
I used to wonder why we hale the purple mountains – But look and you’ll see; they’re covered by grape juice fountains.