The grass' crunch invites my feet to join the rest of me
In the chill of the flaming morning fog setting my lungs ablaze
Discovering the scene asleep outside still as can be
Save the ducks on the water in a cresting maze
Geese packed in the field, calf near her mother
Arid eyes all around finding one another
Calm, quiet, peace frozen in the dawn
The beginning of a winter's end

Her face was checkered as a chess board,
Red and white running where tore,
As she lay belly up on the sand—
Her face begging as she stared at me.

Only one to greet her at such a time;
I felt guilt that it was I that made the find.
Her hands were planted in the sand
And she was chewing on her hair.

I unrooted her limbs one at a time.
Her shoe told a story upon the shore—
A page for each grain of sand.
Her eyes were brown no more.

Sam and I spent all day at the Rave. We saw We Were Soldiers (7/10), Time Machine (5/10), and E.T. (10/10). The first was good, the second was average or less, and the last was great. E.T. is her favorite movie and she finally got to see it in the theater, which is the best way to see any movie. We survived off of popcorn and coke all day, and we shared a big bag of Reese Pieces while we watched E.T.

The extra scenes and the improved quality was nice to see, but I'd still rather watch the original—the same with Star Wars. Do you think Spielberg should've left the guns in the movie?