You think that you are incomplete, You clothe your missing pieces with wordy stanzas And incoherent thoughts- To think that You are incomplete, That just because most people are finished You should be too- To think that you should be finished, My darling, it is not your season yet And God knows you will bring the most beautiful bloom While others may have already been written, You are still writing your story And that has made all of the difference. -”My Daughter is Writing a Story” Abby Zolty (11)
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Denial I want it for my childhood For that single little dream I’ve held in the back of my mind That dream is part of me But I’m not confident I’m not good enough Yet I still wear my heart on my sleeve It doesn’t break me down outside But when the wind rushes in I watch that window shatter to pieces And my dream, it must end - Aubrey Hurst (11) Mike DiGiandomenico (12)
Drummer Boy Quarters: One Family’s Bond
By Mr. Glenn Moyer My Mom Mom was an amazing lady, as all grandmothers certainly are. I remember her playing checkers against me when I was a boy and making the biggest and best pancakes. Turns out another activity Mom Mom had was collecting drummer boy quarters, and the rest of my family has followed her in that pursuit. Mom Mom passed away in 2001. She collected drummer boy quarters. A drummer boy quarter is one that has a drummer boy on the tails side, instead of the eagle. On the heads side, the date is written as 1776-1976. These quarters were made in 1975 and 1976 to celebrate the bicentennial of the United States of America. My dad explains how Mom Mom’s interest in the drummer boy quarters began. He says, “Mom Mom was an old lady, home alone. Collecting drummer boys gave her something to do.” Then my father continued the hobby when Mom Mom died and left him “400-500” drummer boy quarters in her will. He explains, “This is a way to remember her.” Ever since my father began, I too scour my change, looking for drummer boy quarters to give to him. My older brother searches for them, and my dad has several friends who keep an eye out for these special quarters. While this may seem so very exciting, and you no doubt want to race out and find a bunch of drummer boy quarters, hold up. What is their value? Not much. According to coinvalues.com, most of the quarters are worth face value - 25 cents. If it is marked with an “S”, it is worth up to 50 cents. So, no one is going to get rich by hunting these quarters. Mom Mom died almost 20 years ago, and yet she is with me each day. Whenever I get change, I glance through it, looking for drummer boy quarters. These special quarters have become a bond, from her to my father to me. Silent Death Sitting in the crowd I feel the silence come The layered sound is booming Yet I'm alone in my thoughts But I am not thinking I am not there I am in a world And I am completely unaware The sound, it overtakes me The silence falls right in And my final quiet medley Turns into a vicious clamor Sophia Manidis (9) Lydia Griffith (9)
Anemoia’ By Noah Pedersen (12) Even the angels sigh when they see her. I saw her walking on ancient sands at night. It is not just her beauty which steals the eye. I watched as she danced beneath the moon’s soft light. She is pure, radiant, and true of heart. Our eyes met and exchanged a soft, gentle kiss. To not know her would make Love himself cry. It never happened, but I know it was bliss. ‘The night’s watchful face’ By Noah Pedersen (12) When I cannot fall asleep at night I look to the sky, And I see the stars so bright. I see the night’s watchful face So pale, so white. Lonely is he who watches Over the night. When he grows lonesome in his post And he looks to the earth, The streets reveal not even a ghost. Can he see the old soul In deep thought engrossed? Lonely is he who finds comfort In the white light. ‘Musician’s Best Friend’ By Noah Pedersen (12) I hold her In my hands And then My long Fingers Dance On her Smooth Strings. Life flows Through them And turns into song. She sings it, her soft Sweet melody. Music soothes Me, and my mind Falls to a deep trance of deep meditation. Music, a flame, A hot blaze. Paige Anderson (11)
Sawdust To the past, I miss you still And feel as though I always will. The life I knew So full and grand Was all so quickly Snatched from my hands The sun does not shine Near as bright or gay I feel constantly plagued With the misery of a rainy day There’s nothing I could’ve done, Nor is there any now. I see the sweetness of memories, The desire to go back— and only wonder how. -Ruth Jacob (alum ‘19) Abby Zolty (11)
They heard my cries From the day all I had was space to fill So they teach me to write clearly That to unearth the pain they hide from me I must work for it That pain is not thankless And it doesn’t come easy These walls have given me all that I am. And they weep as they watch me tear that apart So they hold it out of my grasp. Just enough so I will never be barren They call it The art of willowing away to something. -my poetry I can’t read and the walls that watched me write it Dear me, You haven’t found your voice yet- So, You will fill your stanzas With what you think you should feel; Fill your brain With what you feel you should think. Dear me, This is only your first draft, You wouldn’t even believe the beauty of the final copy. Within the sea, Beyond the high walls Lies a girl, Trapped After all. Nowhere to go Nowhere to hide Encased by color And the ambiance of light. -where the free things are If nothing at all, She will always be the girl Who built cities within her music; Who wrote magic in between the lines. So Reluctantly, You will learn to love life, again You will learn to love something new Blindly, you will love to learn again And one day, You will love to say You learned to love Learning to love again. Nicole Goebel (12)
The Fiery Red Skyline
By Noah Pedersen I am reminded of a long morning walk along a beach. It was a cool morning, and the sun was just beginning to poke it’s radiant face over the water. It turned the skyline into a fiery red color. I stopped to look at it for a while. The fiery red skyline reminded me that love has a way of showing her face after a seemingly endless night. The girl of my dreams had left me, and now the rising sun reminded me that love comes and goes. I continued to walk along the shoreline. Then I looked out into the ocean. It seemed to be endless. This reminded me that love lives on amidst the blue of heartbreak. I sat down on the sand, and I admired the sparkling blue beauty of the ocean. I also admired the way that the fiery red skyline seemed to separate the sad blue of the ocean from the blue of the sky. As I sat on the beach, I noticed how calm the water was on that morning. This reminded me to find tranquility within my sadness. I then sat there and I meditated on my emotions; I embraced the blue. I felt the wind as it caressed my body. I found peace in its gentle touch. I felt the warm sand beneath me. It was a warm soft pillow under my body. I found comfort in its loving warmth. I opened my eyes, and I looked around me. I saw plants that grew by the boardwalk. They do not care about the ephemeral nature of teenage love. They live on without it. Love lives on without them, yet they are happy. For this reason I admired them. I saw the sea gulls flapping above me. I heard their squaking voices. Do they care about love? I wonder. Surely they do not concern themselves with such things. For the life of animals is different than that of human beings. They do not care about anything with the exception of their destination. This reminded me that I should look to my future dreams rather than my state at present. I should not dwell on seas of sorrow. For those who dwell in seas of sorrow will surely drown. I now noticed that the sun was high in the sky. I felt her warm touch upon my skin. I was reminded that nature has a way of comforting her children. I found comfort in the fiery red skyline, comfort in the eternal nature of the sea, in the tranquility of the still water, comfort in the plants, the sea gulls, in the sun, comfort in the gentle nature of the wind, in the warmth of the sand, and I found comfort in all of nature. |
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