Third prize winner, poetry
Portrait
If I
were
to
of
draw a picture
me
and you,
would
I
a
first
draw
hill.
And I would be bottom of the
at the
hill
struggling to get to the top.
With
blisters
And
on
my
hands
torn pants
And
sweat dripping
from
With
my
forehead.
dirt
mixed with blood staining
my
clothing
from the times I
had tripped
and fallen then returned to
my
feet
to try again.
Struggling every inch of the
way Struggling
And
in
my
picture
You would be
at the
top looking the other direction. -Lori Pettibone
