Hold On Too Tight
It's one of
the kind you
where the sun
at the same
and begins to
It's the kind
where the ice
and the kids
wear the results
down their arms.
It's the type
and you don't
want to end,
though you do
when the sun
to dip below
we only get
a few of
these days a year,
less than a
so we savor
them like sweets,
and hold on
to each and every second,
like that ice
it melts away
in the palm
of our hands.
Collection of Reflections
To write to the prompt of
"The funniest thing happened in Auburn"
To bring together a collection of
stories and poetry about past history, present experiences and
current happenings for Auburn, a most unique community.
It will be bound in a note book
for posterity each year and distributed during Auburn Days.
The invitation was open to all
ages and as you will see, all ages participated. From all walks of life
and all attitudes in the universe, came the entries.
The common threads, however, were
the good that lives in Auburn people, the pride with which they view our
town and the appreciation for the opportunity to live here.
Enjoy this group of talented
writers, both professional and novice. Judge not the grammar or the
context but the content of the tales and the impact
they had on a life.
P.O. Box 2311
Auburn, WA 98071-2311
Auburn Days Collection of Reflections will become a permanent part
of the Valley Gazette website.
The body of Valley Gazette will change and have a different format
than what you see here but will provide the link to this section of the
The Valley Gazette will be appearing after the Auburn Days
Festival and will provide a venue for local writers to submit their
stories and poetry.
Please check back later for details on submission rules and regulations.
All entries in this website are the sole responsibility of the author and
is not an endorsement of content by Valley Gazette, Auburn Days or this
I would like to encourage you at this time to "look for the stories in
life". As a great local writer C.H. Malesis once pointed out in his
book, "Where the Trilliums Bloom", life passes too quickly and when you
are at the end of the trail, the memories are what made your life.
(See Reflections page 6 for a reprint of the story)
I had to ask myself, when was the last time I saw a
Trillium? (which was truly
my favorite flower as a child) Are they
still there or do I just forget to look for them? Share with me if you have
seen one lately. Would you please?