In his poem, ”Theme for Lesson B”, Langston Hughes quotes a classroom instructor who tell the students:
Go home and write a page tonight. And let that page come out of you— Then, it will be true. The student then says, ''I wonder if it is so simple,'' and talks about his life, coming up north from the South, being a ''colored'' man -- the only one in his class, his living in a room at the Y in Harlem. Can you write a page that comes out of you?
When I was a kid, i was alone in an old house with busy souls. I was never scared of darkness or spirits . I talked to the walls, trees,birds, each and every corner now hold some memory of childhood. Yes the house is haunted but not those scary ghosts but the happy fairies who whisper secrets, the ones that sing during late rainy nights,The silence in here is mysterious yet the mystic in me loves the silent song. I may leave this place someday but the little specs of my crayons and paints over the walls will stay just like my memory….it will fade away just like the trails on dessert..like the morning mist…like the autumn leaves.