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I like to write. I will place poems or stories I have written here for you to enjoy.
Also my son Ryan is a good athlete. I will follow his activities for his junior year, 2008, in both track and football.

Like the Rose

Next time your thinking I propose
Ponder the life span of a rose
Beginning form is wrapped so tight
The brightest day injects no light
It grows in size at its own rate
To see its beauty eye must wait
It follows rays absorbing powers
All through the days enlightened hours

And when the dark comes stealing light
It rests itself all through the night
Then when the time comes, ne'er before
It opens up each tiny door
And one by one the greenery
Peels back to bless God's scenary
Each pettle enters on life's stage
Like reading scripture, page by page

One displays heaven's work anew
But soon upstaged by petal two
And each in turn is opened wide
Revealing sister, yet inside
And on and on until full bloom
Unknowingly, has cast its doom
For kissed by bee and butterfly
In giving life, it soon must die

For one by one, each petal falls
And lands unseen near garden walls
Then sun that once gave flower day
Beat down on reminants, dry, decay
And eye that first saw God's perfection
Now must wait on resurrection
Each petal lying at my feet
Someday it's maker it will meet

Life for all starts pure and true
And each tomorrow must persue
But time doth take life day by day
Until there's nothing left to say
Except in day I did my best
And every night I took my rest
Pray when that final day is through
Done is all assigned to you

Not Alone

In passing,
A loved one leaves a void
But memory grows to fill space
And in filling, overflows with gratitude
Tears of joy fall,
And we know that we are not alone

End of My Lead!

The one thing that I always will need

Is my faithful and trustworthy steed

By day she does graze

Till the eve's purple haze

She's my friend at the end of my lead

 

In the morn' she will greet with a nudge

Sharing grain with a bit of a grudge

She knows me through and through

The next move I will do

She's my friend at the end of my lead

 

Press my face oh so close to her mane

The aroma sooths all of my pain

In the reins feel the "pull"

Rush of lope, soul is full

On my friend at the end of my lead

 

No matter what life will produce

Problems melt watching her running loose

She can make all wrongs right

Standing guard through the night

She's my friend at the end of my lead

 

And I thank God for every day

Giving time for both work and for play

When my jobs are all done,

I know I can have fun

With my friend at the end of my lead

 

And someday when we pass through the veil

As for grain in a beat-up old pail

She'll come running to meet

On new tireless feet

My young friend at the end of my lead

 

Means Justifies the End

Chapter III Stand and Fight

 

I didn't always choose the path of a thinker, mind over matter, and that kind of stuff. Sometimes I did the physical thing. I don't know if it was right or not, but it taught me plenty!

 

There was this boy in our neighborhood. His name was John Tyler. He was tall and mean. He did not like me as a person, but he loved me as a target. He would taunt and tease me to no end. He called me names, pushed and shoved me, and sometimes just beat me up for something to do.

 

It usually happened on the way home from school. He would see me and start the verbal abuse. Then he would shove me till I fell to the ground, books and all. The next thing I knew, I was getting my face rearranged.  I would start to cry and manage to convince him that I had had enough. I suppose the word "uncle" was used. Anyway, I was allowed to stand, pick up my things, and limp home. Most of the kids felt sorry for me, but no one was stupid enough to stand up to John. As long as I was around, they were safe.

 

I came home one night with a bloody nose, and my dad asked me what had happened. I told him the same story I had told ten times before. He said I needed to stick up for myself. He said that I needed to give back what was being dished out to me. He told me that I needed to start getting strong, and practicing the art of self-defense.

 

The next night he came home with a set of weights and boxing gloves. That night, all three boys and Dad worked out. We bench pressed for an hour a night. Then he showed us how to box. We boxed each other every night after dinner. It was a lot of fun. We got pretty good at swinging and defending ourselves. It was good practice, but your little brother was not the same as the neighborhood bully. Never the less, I had definitely improved, and Dad said that the time had come. He didn't want me to pick a fight, just mind my own business, and if he started something, I was to finish it.

 

Well, two or three days later it happened. John started mouthing off, and pushing me. I told him to quit it, which made him mad. He hit me in the stomach, and I lost all common sense. I began to swing with all my might. What ever I hit, I hit it hard, then I hit it again. Somehow I ended up on his chest and bloodied his nose. That is when Dad came home, got out of the car, walked across the street, pushed the crowd of kids back, and pulled me off old John Tyler.

 

I never had trouble with John after that. He just avoided me. And all the kids had a little more respect for me, the way I handled John. But I really lost something that day. I was no longer the little boy that lived with nature, just learning to go with what happened to me. Now I had allowed anger to take over my actions. I had allowed evil to envelope me and tell me what to do. I had been overcome by the natural man, and I did not like it. To make it worse, I had been given praise for it. I have let this anger overtake me many times since. I would say that when it happens, I feel further from Heaven then at any other time in my life.

 

I wonder if I had learned to resist this urge, to reason my way out of trouble like I had always done before, maybe, just maybe I would have learned a much greater lesson. I fight to keep from letting the anger take over now. Had I strengthened myself back then, this might not be a weakness of mine today. Once again the means justified the end. I fought a bully, and reaped the anger that he had. The method that I chose to solve my problem gave me a bad habit. It is a habit that I seldom fall into, but when I do, the whole family runs. If I could go back to that day, I would have taken the bloody nose, picked up my books and gone home. My mom would have made me feel better, and I probably would have gotten milk and cookies out of it!

Davis HS Track

Davis HS, (Kaysville Utah), has a great track team in 2008. They took state in the indoor competition at BYU, and are planning a strong showing in the spring. Here is the schedule:

Meet         Ryan's Stats

March 14 (Friday) Intersquad Meet @ Davis

• 100m dash 11.27 (2nd)
  
• 200m dash  23.14 (1st)
  
• high jump  5'10 (1st)
  
• long jump  20'05 (1st)
  

March 19 (Wed) Davis/Layton @ Viewmont

   There was a headwind that slowed all athletes down

• 100m dash  11.33 (1st)
• 200m  23.60 (2nd)
• 4x100m  43.16 (1st)
  

March 25-26 (Tues-Wed) Super Meet (8 teams) @ Davis High

• 100m dash 11.25w (6th)
• 4x100m 43.56w (2nd)
  

April 5 (Saturday) Alta Invite

April 8-9 (Tues-Wed) Davis Dist. Champships @ Woods Cross

April 12 (Saturday) UHSTCA Invite @ Syracuse High

April 11-12 (Fri-Sat) Arcadia Invite @ Arcadia, CA

April 16 (Wed) Syracuse/Clearfield @ Davis

April 23 (Wed) Davis/Northridge @ Clearfield

April 26 (Saturday) Davis Invite

April 30 (Wed) Davis @ Fremont

May 3 (Saturday) BYU Invitational

May 7-8 (Wed-Thurs) Region Championships @ Davis High

May 13 (Tuesday) Sophomore Region @ Fremont

May 16-17 (Fri-Sat) State Championships @ BYU