by Sara McInnis-Misenor ‘18
An adolescent girl covered in shadows,
Watching, waiting, observing,
Visions of lives unconnected to her own.
They go by,
Humming the tunes they're told are popular,
Dancing to the beats they're told are acceptable,
Living themselves as pawns to the meritocracy.
Chaining themselves to each other.
Forming a massive cult of ideas and ideals,
More and more are attracted.
Succumbing themselves to the vortex,
And falling into orthodoxy.
A young girl draped in darkness stands at its edge,
Observing the souls,
Now lost at last,
Watching the ones she once looked into.
She spreads her arms, and clears her mind,
Her beautiful, dark coverings turn to colorless drapes.
Escaping into the void, she cries out,
The world outside is empty now.
No one left to watch her leave,
No one left to mourn her absence.
by Basia Fisher ‘18
Gram-Gram the Kitty
Is a realistic looking
Stuffed brown cat
Which wears a blue bow
Kitty is named after Gram-Gram
Gram-Gram was my Great Grandmother
The Life of the Weather
by Zech Thauer ‘19
One swallow does not a spring make
How many swallows does it take
To turn the cold cruel claws of winter
To the soft and gentle hands of spring
The time has come for Father Winter to give up his rule
And give the throne to the fair Lady of memories made new
The feeling of frost under foot can't compare to the smell of grass covered by dew
Why winter feels so long and spring so short I haven't got a clue
In the time that Spring lives her beauty is unmatched
The smell of fresh blooms in trees and dew on the grass
It's the perfect climate for bundles of joy to be hatched
A father and mother smile as they watch their joyful lass
Slowly Father Winter has died away only to be revived one day
And Lady Spring passes away with great sadness giving way
To Lord Summer with a sun so bright and warm
It gives opportunity and enjoyment to great hordes
And as Summer's life comes to an end Mother Autumn's life begins
A time when her dresses are exquisite with yellows and reds
If beauty is a crime Mother Autumn is guilty of one of seven deadly sins
Strong and majestic like a horse with elegance that could never be bred
Young lads marvel at the fiery color of the trees
Lasses laugh and play in the piles of leaves
Mother Autumn smiles at the sight of children
And is delighted when they are enchanted by the call of a wren
by Janet Olsen ‘20
He will always be there.
Not for me
But in my life
He is an armless apparition
Who was never there to hug me.
He comes and goes
In and out of jail
In and out of my life
Like the ocean’s tide
Only the tide comes every day...
My father doesn’t.
A Rose Reborn
by Crosby Adlard '18
Our Love a Rose, like Fire Bloomed,
It’s Tongues lapped up and pierced the gloom, A burst of Light that put the Sun to shame,
A Shooting Star Screams through the Dark, But ev’ry Thorn shall leave its mark, And all that’s left inside is shock and pain...
You never know
Just what you’ll find,
When you explore
A brand new sky,
Suffocate or grow beneath its warmth?
And as you feel
Two hearts combine Remember now
That in your mind
You feel this petal flutter ‘til it’s torn
Love’s a Rose Reborn.
It Hurts today, another Scar,
A Mountain Ridge, it seems so far I stare up at the Icy Stone above,
I set my jaw, my fingers crossed,
My Bloody Hands claw through the Frost That covers your cold heart that once felt Love...
I’m reaching up,
Snow leaves me blind,
And now I realize as I climb
The sky peers down upon these stony thorns,
And now I feel
This Earthen Rhyme
I See it Clearly
In my Mind,
Falling pebbles are Mountains being Born...
And from the Dirt,
Now mixed with Ash,
A Seed beneath
from Distant Past,
Awakened by the Sun, Survived the Storm...
towards the Sky,
The Sands of Time
The Pebble becomes Sand beneath its Thorns...
Love’s a Rose Reborn.