My latest poem

the bird

oh, look at that lonely bird,

sitting on that lonely tree,

at peace with heaven and with earth.

oh, that is the gift of symmetry

long list of poetry

today i wrote a ton of poems, on the bus, and during lunch. I don't think they're very good but everyone says I should post them, so here they are:

Authors

Authors have a gift you know.
they make ink all the colors of the rainbow.
and they paint a world in which it snows.
and they create the seeds to sow.
all of that just to show, to us.
by Zachary Schroeder


Books

Books. there is a world behind their pages,
longing to come out and tell us their story.
longing to come out and show us their brightly colored countryside,
made of nothing but words,
and the life force of the author, that they pored out onto the page, in those long hours that they spent writing.
books.
just open one up and you will see.
by Zachary Schroeder

A humorous poem of death

Death.
maybe you just disappear.
or maybe you come back on the northern hemisphere.
or maybe you go to heaven or hell.
or maybe death is like a bell.
tinkling and tinkling in the night.
why oh why can't it be be bright.
by Zachary Schroeder

The bus

The crowded bus forced together.
sweaty and hot, the smell of leather.
the chatter of school kids from the back.
privacy I do lack.
a fly buzzing on the glass.
girls together in a mass.
by Zachary Schroeder

AAAUGH! (part 2)

well, today i found out that my computer is dead :(

there's a short in the motherboard. and it's not fixable.

oh well, at least i still have the discs so i can install windows on another computer

spoon river

yesterday i did a school play called "spoon river anthology" it was very fun. the play was monologs of what dead  people would say about their lives if they could come back to life.

here is my part:

                                    131. Ralph Rhodes 

ALL they said was true:
I wrecked my father’s bank with my loans
To dabble in wheat; but this was true—
I was buying wheat for him as well,
Who couldn’t margin the deal in his name
Because of his church relationship.
And while George Reece was serving his term
I chased the will-o’-the-wisp of women,
And the mockery of wine in New York.
It’s deathly to sicken of wine and women
When nothing else is left in life.
But suppose your head is gray, and bowed
On a table covered with acrid stubs
Of cigarettes and empty glasses,
And a knock is heard, and you know it’s the knock
So long drowned out by popping corks
And the pea-cock screams of demireps—
And you look up, and there’s your Theft,
Who waited until your head was gray,
And your heart skipped beats to say to you:
The game is ended. I’ve called for you,
Go out on Broadway and be run over,
They’ll ship you back to Spoon River.

small adventure

so, today i was just going to lunch and my friend said that he had forgotten money to get pizza, (we go to a school that lets 6th graders go off campus for lunch) and he had said that his house is just a few blocks away. so i suggested  that we run over to his house to get money,  so we ended up running almost the whole way, which was mostly up hill, and by the end  was sweating and i hurt all over.

i guess i should get in better shape :P

AAAUGH!

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.

last night i was editing my blog and drinking coffee (i know, dumb idea) and i had  my coffee on the other side of my laptop. so i picked it up and i knocked the cup on the screen, and spilled it on the track pad. :( i took it to a shop and they said it might be ok.

if not i probably will not be able to post as much as i said i would.

well at least it's something to post on my blog.

Hello!

so this is just something to help people get to know me.
my name is Zachary, i'm 12 years old. and my dad is a priest.
i know that the title is son of a priest but that is not all this blog is going to be about, this blog will just be about my life.
so, i hope you enjoy reading it.

i am going to try to post once a week or more.