HS Junior year, 2002
Awaiting the start of the second half, the Rage's potent offensive quartet camouflages their set piece to keep opponents guessing. Two years later Lizzy, Erica, Whitney and Lisa would all be on the field for prominent NCAA Div-I colleges.
Welcome to Whitney's Page

Random post from earlier blog stories . . .

Tierra Dura

Put boots away, it's time to rest
Close the gate, lock the barn, take a breath.
The cow has water, she seems content,
Four rows new before day was spent.

The sun slumps down behind the hill
The thought of dinner sends a thrill.
The cuyes squeak, the cock still squawks,
But now it's time to stop the clock.

The earth lodged deep beneath the nails
reminds me of what this life entails.
The land provides at day's end,
but doesn't always feel a friend.

We pull, we plow, we dig, we pick,
hard and steady, although not quick.
The back's a-hurtin', the feet are sore,
Though long the day, there's always more.

But for now, it's time to rest,
Close the gate, lock the barn, take a breath.
Eat, sleep, recharge for when
we'll rise up early and start again.


Posted by Whitney 06/26/2011


Back to Top