The Life of a Montaguian

These Hard Times

These Hard Times

This overcastting shadow,
Slowly drifts away.
The sun arising more and more,
Each and every day.

Even through these hard times,
And even through these bad,
It’s so easy to be happy,
Yet too easy to be sad.

Sometimes I want to be alone,
Curled in my little corner,
And others all I need and wish to have,
Is to be together.

As my mind is bottled,
And my soul in shock,
The love of all my family and friends,
Lifts me up to walk.

After all this grief has passed,
I know I’ll be alright,
Because even through these hard times,
My sunshine still shines bright.


-Ted Wolf

The Choice

Above the noise,
A single voice,
Calls out of the crowd,
We all have the choice.

The choice to be free.
The choice to dream big.
The choice to make your life grow,
Starting from just a sprig.

The strength to be you.
The strength to express.
The strength to say no,
And the strength to say yes.

Everyone has the choice,
To direct their own lives.
Everyone has the strength,
To be themselves.
Through thick and thin,
Through leaps and dives.


-Ted Wolf

Dreams

Think to yourself,
What will I become?
If you have a dream,
You’ll have a thousand wonders and some.

Dreams complete life,
Dreams bring forth greatness,
Dreams fufill goals,
And bring out elateness,

Life is nothing without a dream,
but a willow sad at a stream.
Life is dark without a dream,
Without any light, not even a beam.

Think to yourself,
I have a dream,
And the day will come,
When your name shall gleam.

-Ted Wolf

Worthwhile

Worthwhile

Searching through the darkness,
For a glimpse of light,
Searching for something just out of sight.

It may take a lifetime,
It may take a day,
However long it takes,
We find something to say.

We develop dreams,
We set our goal.
We strive to reach it,
To find our inner soul.

Reaching our peak,
We sit back and smile.
Everyone has his chance,
To make their life Worthwhile.

-Ted Wolf

The Creation

The Creation

I stare out the window,
Staring out into space,
Wondering what had happened,
To make this such a wondrous place.

As the world was created,
It brought forth many things,
The stars with their beaming light,
The bees with their stings.

It created man, with all of our dreams,
That we wish to seek so that we can too gleam,
It gave us our sight, our smell, and our taste,
It gave us hearing, without any haste,
Our senses soon came, one after another,
Then we could tell one from the other.

It created nature, It created darkness,
It created peace, and then brought us brightness.
It created thought, and when all was lost,
It created warmth to rid of the frost.

It brought us emotions, so we could express ourselves,
Happiness, Sadness, and all of the rest,
And after all, they made us our best.

And when the world was finished, It watched over its work,
Accomplished and great, he stood atop a little house,
And stared happily and the newly-wedded groom and spouse.


-Ted Wolf

For the rest of my Life

For the Rest of My Life

Living in my little town,
the pressuring suspense shall never drown.
What will happen as I live on?
Will I rise up or will I fall down?

There are choices to make,
Many small, many hard,
If I make the right choices,
Bring forth inner voices.
Ill create the change,
Of how my life will arrange.

If these choices come later or soon,
Breaking free from this enclosing cocoon.
I will express myself in many ways,
Soar with the eagles, Fly with the jays.

Ill live life with a basket of smiles,
Alongside friends, family, wife and child,
Rising up beyond amibition,
Rising up beyond frustration.

I’ll live happily for the rest of my life,
Happily for the rest of my life.

Ted Wolf

This poem was inspired by life and the choices that come with it.
I hope you enjoyed it!

The Sight of the Trees

The Sight of the Tree

I trudged through the woods with them hanging around,
Standing still in the wind, spellbound,
Their magnificent limbs, covered with green,
Standing stiff, wishing to be seen.

As I look at them,
smiling with glee,
I know there is no better sight,
Then the Sight of a Tree.

-Ted Wolf February 13, 2008

This poem was inspired by sitting on the couch on a snow day and staring at the trees. I hope you all enjoyed it, and there will be more.

No more for now.....

Sorry, but until we have another assignment i dont have any stories to post, so ill get back to just blogging.

A Beautiful Ride

This second writing was another english assignment. We are learning about poetry and we had to write a poem about any subject we wanted. I decided to do a poem about looking back at life.

A Beautiful Ride

As I lay beneath myself, looking back at the days,
Looking back at all of my ways,
I notice I have nothing to take back,
Nothing to forgive.
I lived life the way I wanted,
Lived life just to live.

As I look back at my choices,
I noticed I have nothing to hide,
because all in all,
Its been A Beautiful Ride. -Ted Wolf