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"To the world you may be one person, but to one person you may be the world."

Matt's writings

Although Matt's exterior was all skateboarding and BMX biking, there was a  thoughtful and introspective side to him as well. Many of his writings reflected how he saw the world. From a simple autumn day peering through a window pane to the special individuality of a willow tree.Many of his poems and writings won him school awards and spurred his creative writings.

These are Matt's works and should be attributed to him. Permission should be obtained from us if they are to used  in any other form.

The Willow, by Matt Epling


I know the willow
I know the willow with it’s strong branches protruding out of the trunk
I know the willow with it’s roots growing deep, deep into the earth.

To the very center.My soul is the willow
My soul grows with the willow, growing stronger and older.
As the willow takes the air and water in I to take in. I take in things I like and I hold them close and others, the ones that may hurt me I shield.

I know the willow
The willow is beautiful and so is my soul and I am beautiful.
Me and the willow are the same but we are different. We are both unique but then the willow is only a tree and I am only me.
But neither I nor the willow can not be changed in our ways
If you have forgotten winter 12/16/00

If you have forgotten winter
if you have forgotten the cold, crisp air that clears your nose as you inhale,
The way smells seam to vanish in the cold crisp air.

If you have forgotten the radiating heat from your hot chocolate,
the way it thaws you out after being in the cold grasp of winter
after retiring from the snow the snow balls, retire from war.

If you have forgotten winter.
If you have forgotten the knee high snow that make you feel like you are wearing cement blocks on your feet instead of boots.
The way it the snow always finds its way in to your boots, no matter how tall or tight they’re strong, it finds its way in.

If you have forgotten winter
with its collapsing bushes and hanging branches being weighed down by 6+ inches of snow. How I had to shovel the whole drive way by my self.

If you have forgotten winter
if you have forgotten the smell, the taste, the piled snow and how it always looks warmer out side than it really is.

Then you have really forgotten winter.

A Window to the Past. 1/21/01

I pass it everyday.
I see his wise old face smiling proudly.
All his lucky pennies and his pendants from the VFW.
all of this in cased in a box, a box to the past
a box that holds more than some picture and his lucky items,
it holds memories, ones that go beyond that box with the
picture in to the past.

A box to my GRANDPA

Every time I see it I remember some thing about him.
The way he would always give me half of his whopper,
or how he gave me my own can of Coke.

How he was so predictable in the morning
Coffee, paper, nap
the times when we would go to Long John Silvers to eat.

The box of tools sitting in the closet waiting for me to use them.
The one board and the box of nails that kept me busy for hours
on end. Pounding in the nails and taking them out.
I remember this one shoe toy he bought me. It was all wooden
and it had a shoe panted on it that you pushed pegs though.

But now he is gone
never to a wake from his eternal sleep
never to the world again
the only way to see him is though photos
and the memories that I hold with my self all the time.


I pass it everyday.
I see his wise old face smiling proudly.
All his lucky pennies and his pendants from the VFW.
all of this in cased in a box, a box to the past
a box that holds more than some picture and his lucky items,
it holds memories, ones that go beyond that box with the
picture in to the past.

All Grown Up!  (undated)

When I get to be a grown up,
I'll stay up till the crack of dawn.
It don't matter no one gotta tell me what to do.
I'll do any thing I please no parent tell me what to do.

Of course I gotta go to work, I gotta go to work to pay
them bills gotta, pay the rent gotta, pay insurance. I practically
gotta pay everyone. I got a good job I been working 40 hours a week , at least
that's what they pay me for.
No parent tell me what to do.

I'll have a place of my own place, a place to call mine.
I'll have the coolest house and it will be all mine.
I'll be free to do what ever feel like doing to it.
No parent tell me what to do.

No parents be telln' me how to live my life.
No one there saying " make your bed" in fact I don't need
to I just go and mess it up when I sleep in it again.
I'll be in charge of me and only me.
No parent tell me what to do.

I be grown up I'll be driven'. I'll go where I please know one
telling me when to stop.
I could cruise till night comes upon the world and the crickets play their songs.
But then not even then, I don't have to stop.
No parent tell me what to do.

But thats all to come and right now,
Parents tell me what to do.

Good Boy, Matt   12/3/00

I am a good boy
I’ve done lots of good things,
I’ve done everything good that I possibly could.

I am a good boy
I am good company.
I will sit right there with you
even on the rainiest day,
when seems like there is nothing to say,
but I dig real deep
and find those words to say.

I am good boy
I make sure nothing goes to waste.
I’ll finish the coke given by gramps,
I’ll drink that there coke up real fast
with out a drop to spare .

I am a good boy
I am so friendly
there’s no one as
friendly as me.

I talk to people I do not know,
but just to be friendly though.
I’ve chatted with old prunes
about the decorations. The moons
and the cats, that one time we met.
I’ve talked with a Vietnam vet.
DIG, DIG, DIG is what he said
then he rambled on about the plate in his head.

I am a good boy.
I am kind to my elders,
I worn my grandma of her
leaning x-mas tree, so eat all the candy soldiers that I see.
The day was saved thanks to me.
Now when I tell her of this day,
she turns to me to say what tree?

I am a good boy.
I’ve done lots of good things,
I’ve done everything good that I possibly could.

The Window by Matt Epling 3/20/01

 

As I peer out the window I see a tree. a young tree, tall,

but dwarfed compared to the maple.

Which towers over all I can see.

The creek rolls silently through the yard.

 

The smell of fresh cut grass rolls heavily through the air

and then the  smell of rain, faint, but still there, for it just rained.

I jump, startled I look out to see my dog prancing about the yard,

howling, then I  spot a furry creature in the tree .

 

Then the rain comes again. Not big drops, but plentiful.

 

I step in the grass. It clings to my shoes, I walk on.

The air smells new and clean As if it took a “shower”

 

As I  pick a strawberry, water tumbles of f the side.

 Ripe. I bite it, Exposing the ripeness

 The juices O so sweet

 

The taste is refreshing, like the summer rain.

 And I smile.