BY JUSTIN KENNON
Contributing Writer
i saw Him
With closed eyes
And tears of shame
i saw Him
Covered in light
With arms stretched out
i saw Him
So how can
He, be a
legend? When
I saw Him.
BY JUSTIN KENNON
Contributing Writer
He doesn't care if
you
stare
up at him.
He’s just doing the
job he does
each night.
Rising
then falling
Falling over one-
side
To rise up the other
Sure,
It changes his face.
But he’s still the
Same every
night.