MY STORY
Devon Ball is a Senior at Redwood High school and has been living in Marin County, California for 10 years. She was born in Calgary Alberta, Canada, and hopes to go to college on Vancouver Island. She enjoys hiking, skiing, running, drinking coffee, and exploring new surroundings. She loves dogs and brings them on all her adventures when she can.
PORTFOLIO OF WORK
Mother, Nature, and Fire
The following is a collection of my latest and most meaningful writing projects. Each piece is unique in style and content and represents a distinct moment in my career. I hope you enjoy my work and I invite you to contact me with any questions.
6:02 A.M
6:02 a.m
I wake up wrapped inside my mother's arms in her bed
Our eyes slowly blinked open almost in unison
Straight ahead of me I can see the dark rain clouds
Calgary in late November rarely sees the sun
I feel soft lips touch the center of my forehead,
I look up to see the most beautiful, loving human being
Without leaving her arms,
she gets out of bed
carries me downstairs
And sits me on the brown carpet in the living room
I stare at the retro red walls
that sit behind the TV
Which plays my favorite program The Wiggles
I hear a pan clank in the kitchen
I turn my head as golden pigtails fly around my face
My mom had set up everything in the kitchen to make cookies
She gives me that comforting, warm smile
She reaches her hand out
THE EDGE OF THE WORLD
If you chose to go,
it should be on a foggy mystic Monday evening.
First, you drive over the windy highway
Feeling your ears pop over the curve before the bridge
You holler and honk through the forever ongoing tunnel.
Then you see a gathering of light grey mountains,
with a road that guides you through them
Drive to the end of it.
If you see a coyote, don’t stop to look at it
they are dying,
another car hit one last week.
The road is smooth and newly paved.
When you reach the end of the road,
there is a beach
With a sea cliff beside it.
Walk up the soft eroded trails and be careful,
it's slippery.
As you reach the top, you walk on a narrow quiet path
That hugs the edge of the mountain,
crumbling off into the ocean with each step
You pass under luscious Cyprus Trees,
and as you leave them,
you have made it.
A level, flat area above the ocean
With a view of each point
And the snowy-peaked rocks in the ocean.
In the middle of this area is a maze
That takes about a minute to walk through.
In the middle is a series of little gifts,
Initially for the girl who fell.
But overtime became a tourism geocache
But if you uncover the layers of shenanigans
You may find some stones,
With beautiful words on them.
In life, we loved you dearly,
In death, we love you still
In our hearts you hold a place
No one else will ever fill
BURNING EMBERS
A log small and dry
Each end being covered by flame
As the color turns from brown
To black to white
It falls
To the ground and a shower
of white ash floats up
Towards the chimney crown
The coal is a bright orange
The crackling sounds get quieter
And the light in the wood darkens
THE GRAIN OF THE LAND, TREVIEWS.COM
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