These poems were written by our lastest American hero #47, Rhett W. Schiller in 1998.
I was born in Racine, Wisconsin. It is in the Southeast corner of the state. I was born in 1980 and I am currently enrolled in the Shanghai American School. This is in Shanghai, China where a great deal of development is going on that has attracted many foreign investors. I will be graduating in the spring of 1999. After graduation, I plan on continuing to study. The picture to the right was taken in Beijing, very close to Tianamen square where the massive crackdown in 1989 took place. I am on the right.
Peak Experiences
He packed his bag tight
and said his good-byes.
No one thought he could do it,
He knew he would conquer it
or Die!
On his way up
he nearly perished twice.
No one thought he could do it,
He knew he could conquer it
If his body would suffice!
Then, when he reached the top
of that picturesque peak
Too high for anyone else to see,
yet still full of ecstasy
Ineffably lost to the breeze.
. . . A dusty Mask . . .
Insight grew
from the light seeping through
the cracked open door
at the top of the steps;
as I progressed.
Without the intermittent light
feeding my sight
I would be disillusioned by
the monotonous layers;
of the lifeless stairs.
But the light keeps me up
from the hard, cold step
shining through the layers
of interminable regret;
growing on each step.
And as I shut the door
with nothing more,
the echoes of old steps
scream as they are swept away:
They say, stay, stay, stay . . .
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