Original Poem
By: Rebecca Nowack

Written: 5/20/03


Old and dusty,
young and new,
leather-bound or paperback
or pieces of papers gently tied together,
What do they tell?
Gallant heroes may
ride to the rescue
and face the fierce dragon
to save the day.
Divine damsels may
wait in distress
for a prince
or knight to come
and take them away
to live happily ever after.
Or the tale may tell
of a kind smile,
a thoughtful word,
a humorous note,
fond memories
of friends and places.
Stories of fantasy
live in one's mind
and clutter it up,
but in the corners
dusty and old
lay the memories
of times now gone
but their smiles still remain.


Rebecca Nowack
AIM: chaya311
"Logic is for those who cannot create their own realities."

Wendy: I had no idea all this was going on.
Dave: I did!
Wendy: (with heavy sarcasm) I'm sure you did. Resident genius and
psychologist that you are.
(My favorite lines from I play I did.)