Story Stitchers intern Anaya from Washington University edits her poem for Stitchers Youth Council’s production, To The Prairie.
Saturday, March 7, 2020
High Low
3301 Washington Ave
Doors Open at Noon for Activities, Show Starts at 1:00
All ages. Bring the kids!
Excerpt from Anaya’s poem—
They Call Me Chiron
Found myself running round and round
Found myself farther than I’ve ever been
There was a fog over the sky
Couldn’t see the stars that normally guide me home
The stars I love
Love so very much
I never see them over the city lights
The fog between us is thick tonight
The moon is all I have to illuminate my path
Back to the home without you
A night with no stars
No one to hear my truth
The reality of Tonight
But I keep faith I know I will see them again
For I know they will always remain there
Even light years away
The fog couldn’t make you disappear
That meadow that love that freedom that breeze those stars ,you, are forever with me
My worries become thin outstretched over all this land
Miles and miles of the freedom I never get to express
The newness the dew
If I could stay and never go home I would
So I’ll sit under the moonlight until the sun decides to rise
Lay in this pasture
Feel this peace
Let it be known as The truth I found in the prairie
