Art - Morristown-Beard School

Mélange
2007

Melange Editorial Staff- Alex Amaral, Anna Balliet, Jamie Becker, Austin Fernandez, Gabby Farquhar,
Kyle Fisher, Sarah Garman, Ashley Hutchinson, Katie Harwood, Rachel Moss, Harry Okun, Sam Stathis,
and Sarah Tuchman
Faculty Advisor- Mrs. Thomas
Art Advisor- Mrs. Hamilton
Mélange
Writing and art from
Morristown-Beard Middle School
2006-2007
“Mélange mine own, the unseen and the seen, mysterious ocean
where the streams empty” - Walt Whitman
Lucy Donnally
Special thanks to Mrs. Bonner and Mr. Teasdale for their proofreading, Miss Trought and Mr. Finn for their technical
advice, Mr. Burns for his support, and Mr. Tom Grant for his generosity in producing this magazine.

Literature
Stephanie Ironson 3
Lucy Donnally 3
Melissa Rodriguez 4
Alex Amaral 4
Katie Harwood 5
Dana DiGiacinto 6
Alec Wells 6
Thomas DePoalo 6
Kyle Fisher 7
Callie Smith 8
Whitley Horn 9
Nina Cammarata 10
Thomas DePoalo 10
Stephanie Ironson 11
Connor McFadden 12
Alex Amaral 12
Katelyn Stover 13
Alyssa Bufis 13
Beck Tabor 14
Dana DiGiacinto 15
Clarence Williams 15
Zach Blumenkehl 16
Katy Hentenaar 16
Ethan Riback 17
Joshua Schramm 17
Callie Smith 18
Jill Raia 19
Joshua Schramm 19
Rob Orazietti 20
Harry Okun 21
Austin Fernandez 21
Alex D’urso 22
Katelyn Stover 22
Jeff Carter 23
Ethan Goldstein 24
Zach Blumenkehl 24
Lucy Donnally 25
Jamie Becker 25
Caroline Hollander 26
Katy Hentenaar 27
Alec Wells 28
Melissa Rodriguez 28
Jackson Kramer 29
Olivia Sprau 29
Thomas DePoalo 29
Sarah Garman 30
Alec Wells 31
Thomas DePoalo 31
Kyle Fisher 32
Will Politan 33
Harry Okun 34
Cynthia Tremonte 34
Cerea Steficek 35
Alyssa Bufis 35
Melissa Rodriguez 36
Brandon Szapiro 36
Zach Blumenkehl 37
Ethan Goldstein 37
Elisabeth Maranca 38
Max Schmidt 39
Freddie Wynne 39
Jared Bernstein 40
Stephanie Ironson 41
Dana DiGiacinto 42
Cerea Steficek 43
Hannah Leahy 43
Drew Hagerstrom 44
Table of Contents Art
Kyle Fisher photograph cover
Lucy Donnally acrylic 1
Kyle Fisher photograph 3
Katie Murry water color/ink 3
Callie Smith 45
Joshua Schramm 46
Julia McBride 46
Catherine Wachtell 47
Clarence Williams 48
Austin Fernandez 49
Lindsay Walker 49
Eliza Kagan 50
Cody Shemesh 50
Cerea Steficek acrylic 4
Kyle Fisher photograph 5
Hannah Sundman acrylic 6
Caroline Hollander charcoal 7
Catherine Wachtell oil pastel/watercolor 8
Elisabeth Pellicane watercolor 9
Stephanie Ironson colored pencil 10
Lucy Donnally charcoal 11
Cody Shemesh ink print 12
Austin Fernandez ink print 12
Ellie Smith ink print 13
Alyssa Bufis acrylic 14
Mihikaa Naik oil pastel/watercolor 15
Dana DiGiacinto acrylic 16
Jade Gardener pencil 17
Mihikaa Niak charcoal 18
Patrick Lai marker 19
Julia McBride paper mola 20
Alyssa Bufis charcoal 21
Sharon Zelnick colored pencil 22
Will Politan watercolor 22
Jill Raia watercolor 23
Brette Brier oil pastel/watercolor 24
Cynthia Tremonte colored pencil 24
Lizzie O’Neill colored pencil 25
Katie Murray colored pencil 25
Samantha Stathis charcoal 26
Dana DiGiacinto charcoal 26
Stephanie Ironson watercolor 27
Jamie Becker colored pencil 28
Rachel Moss oil pastel/watercolor 28
Lydia Novalis paper mola 29
Rachel Donahue watercolor 29
Sarah Garman acrylic 30
Dusty Pribor acrylic 31
Melissa Rodriguez colored pencil 32
Kyle Fisher photograph 34
Jamie Becker acrylic 34
Samantha Stathis pencil 35
Nina Cammarata ink print 35
Anna Balliet colored pencil 36
Emily Aguas colored pencil 36
Emily Aguas watercolor/ink 37
Stephanie Ironson paper/foil 38
Spencer Steficek marker 39
Mike Koslov marker 39
Annie Cha ink stamp 41
Brandon Szapiro ink stamp 42
Jaynie Seigel ink stamp 42
Emily Aguas colored pencil 43
Annie Cha colored pencil 43
Ethan Riback charcoal 45
Matt Kleinberg charcoal 45
Cerea Steficek watercolor 46
Hannah Sundman watercolor 46
Lindsay Walker watercolor 47
Sarah Bayersdorfer acrylic 48
Kyle Fisher oil pastel 49
Stephanie Ironson acrylic 49
Caroline Hollander acrylic 50
Special thanks to Mr. Teasdale and the nature
walk club for their photos.

A Wilting Rose
A wilting rose,
Reveals no pain,
For only time knows,
The soul’s desire is in vain.
A weathered heart is the only sign,
That drives me to anguish,
Never to be lessened by the passage of time,
My body’s flesh, left to languish.
A fading dusty hue of a mellowed love,
For you, softly dozes,
Oh so similar,
To yellow wilting roses.
The pause of the wave, the frost dew,
It’s not you . . . my love . . . but love itself,
I pursue.
?
Stephanie Ironson
Katie Murray
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Kyle Fisher
Another Young Cycle
High-school lovers walk hand in hand,
Too young to realize what’s happening,
Another break-up, another boy, another girl,
Another relationship, another simple cycle of
What they so call “Love”
Why waste your time with love?
It all ends up the same way,
Another break-up, another boy, another girl,
Another relationship, another simple cycle,
People fall in love to fill
an empty space in their hearts,
And try to keep that space filled
for as long as they can,
But it all ends up the same way,
Another young cycle.
Lucy Donnally

Wishes and Dreams
Just a big yellow envelope,
that’s what you see,
but what’s more important is
what lies inside.
It might just look like
crimpled, old paper,
What’s on those papers are
wishes and dreams.
Those are writing from my soul,
With my life written on them.
They make me want to sing,
lots of rhythm and beats,
Those are songs of my life
that will sweep you off your feet.
Yes, it’s just some
crimpled and old paper in a yellow envelope,
but wishes and dreams . . .
I have such a beautiful talent
and that’s important to me.
Melissa Rodriguez
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Unconditional
What does it mean when someone shares their thoughts?
Are they open to ideas of all kinds?
Can they choose from everything
that they have been taught?
They may be the rare one with a wide open mind
What if they didn’t question the who, how, or why?
And aspired for time to learn how to make life
alive and real
Just think of the appeal to open up people’s eyes
The energy would be running strong for all to feel.
So when I ask you, “What do you think?”
Your step should have more pizzazz
And your mind should be on the blink
with the chance to wow me with jazz
My days turn into nights, and dreams keep me awake
to remind me to be real, be true, not fake.
Cerea Steficek
Alex Amaral

On the Edge of it All
Me, the last to stand on this edge.
The brink of life, the threshold of death,
The border of an endless, eternal, ever growing pit.
Staring at the world before me. My future.
Could this possibly be the destiny that was meant for me?
A vast sea of corpses. Only time will tell.
The moment it takes to fire a shot, bare a fall, and say farewell.
Is this just? Did the enemy give anyone a fighting chance?
Gypsies, injured, weak, young?
Human bodies staring back at me.
For some, spirits gone, others barely hold on.
To their most cherished possession, life.
Our own kind, flesh and blood, going against us.
All because of a small difference.
The faint barrier but between us.
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What could we have done to receive this?
Worship a scared text that we call our own?
Follow traditions of many generations past?
Take part in a legacy?
If only I had listened to the others,
The outcasts, the clues, myself.
Maybe I would not be here.
Me, the last to stand on this edge,
On the edge of a story’s ending, my grave.
Just to be murdered by a uniform.
No heart, no soul, just orders.
To extinguish all faults of life.
This world, my friend, is not the perfect place
That ruler of those soldiers dreamt it to be.
Katie Harwood
Kyle Fisher

I Think and I Know
It seems I never know what to say
Or when I think I do, I never do
And sometimes, I think you feel the same way
But then you throw me off, and I don’t have a
clue
When you come near me, I try to act real calm
But honestly the truth is I turn to panic
Moisture builds up in my palms
But you don’t seem too confident either . . .
I know this isn’t love
And I know I don’t know what love is
But I do know that I stare at the ceiling above
Thinking about some rare possibilities
And every day you always have to throw me off
But don’t worry, soon I’ll be gone,
and starting today,
I am moving on.
Myself
What can I say?
About myself
I am,
more than a friend
Although a friend
is what I am to many
A son,
Is what I am to one loving father.
A brother,
Dana DiGiacinto
Is what I am to the loveliest of sisters.
A playmate,
to the prettiest boxer in the world
A goalie,
for hockey teams everywhere.
And most of all,
I am Me Alec Wells
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Cold, white, beautiful
falling down from the heavens
floating in the air
Hannah Sundman
Thomas DePoalo

August 15, 1914 A.D.
The first ship sailed through the new canal across Panama today. It was an amazing sight to see the canal
we’d been working on for the last ten years finally put into commission. I spent most of the time working as
an engineer on the six locks of the canal. I have not been here the whole time of construction, and can only
imagine what it must have felt like to see the ship sail by for the full -ime workers.
June 28, 1915 A.D.
Landslides have caused closures of the Panama Canal, and I wish the opening would not have to wait. I
wanted to see the work we have all worked on for the past ten years finally opened, and now we just have
to dig out all the dirt and rocks from the landslide. This isn’t the first one the canal has had recently, either.
The canal is unstable, and I worry that it will collapse completely and all our hard work would have been for
nothing. I can’t imagine how hard that would be on the people who worked there for ten full years, spending
time risking their lives for the first two years when disease was spreading rapidly, not knowing if they would
see their families again. I had it relatively easy compared to them during all those days of work.
February 18, 1916 A.D.
A war has begun that has ensnared the entire world. The canal opening has been postponed. I do not know
how long it will be before this war ends, or if it will end at all. I just hope I will live through this war to see
the opening of the canal, and that my son will not be drafted. This war will certainly change the world as we
know it, no matter how it turns out. I just hope that it doesn’t also destroy it.
July 12, 1920
The war, now dubbed The Great War, has ended, the Germans have lost, and I have survived. The canal was
officially opened today, as announced by President Woodrow Wilson. It was a moment of joy to me, and I
can imagine the cheer of the still-surviving workers who worked on the canal, through all its hardships and
pain, suffering and uncertainty. It was so joyous to me, and I can only imagine how they felt.
Kyle Fisher
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Caroline Hollander

Epitaph
August 2,1993-August 21,2015
Here Lies a Girl...
A girl with compassion,
Enough to last a lifetime.
A girl with fear and bravery,
At the same time.
A girl who had her heart broken,
More times than one.
A girl who loved her horses.
Even when times were rough she could turn to them.
A girl who slacked off in school at times,
Then ended up making up for it
A girl whose smile lit up a room,
Especially when everyone was dull
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A girl who loved her friends,
Even when they betrayed her.
A girl whose anger never got the best of her,
Although it tried.
A girl who cared a little too much
of what people thought of her,
In every single way.
A girl who loved her own ways.
A girl who loved the spotlight,
Sometimes a little too much
A girl who was a little crazy at times,
But always seemed to have the good times,
to make up for it
A girl whose name was Callie Smith.
And here she lies.
Catherine Wachtell
Callie Smith

Hi! I’m Sarah, more commonly known as the Sahara Desert. I am going to tell you a little bit about my [ahem]
interesting life as a desert!
The first thing I can remember as a desert is way back in 3000 B.C., when a great civilization began to grow along
the Nile River and its delta. These Egyptians adapted surprisingly well! They built a series of kingdoms, and built many
pyramids and other monuments, many of which are still marveled at today. They were really skilled architects! Along with
these well-built pyramids, these people also had innovations which led to Earth’s civilization being the complex society it is
today. They created the 365-day calendar, and were skilled astronomers. Later, in 1570 B.C. to 1085 B.C., Egypt expanded
its society to what is now known as Syria, Israel, and Libya.
As with most civilizations, eventually the luck of the Egyptians began to plummet. The Egyptian power eventually
lessened, and foreigners began to control much of North Africa. In 332 B.C., a Greek army began to invade, led by Alexander
the Great, and founded the city of Alexandria in Egypt. The Roman Empire became a great North African power, and
when they began to weaken, other invaders would begin to take over.
In the 600’s and early 700’s, Arab armies from Southwest Asia conquered much of North Africa. As a result, many
North Africans became Muslims, and Arabic became their main language. This can still be seen today in the people around
me.
Later, between the 1830s and 1912, the Europeans “hopped on the bandwagon” and conquered North Africa. This
was the last straw for my fellow North Africans! They had enough of being pushed around! So, they began to fight for
independence. To start this revolt, Egypt fought for independence from Great Britain, which was granted to them in 1922.
But this did not motivate the rest of North Africa enough to fight for their freedom. But after World War II ended in 1945,
the fight for freedom became stronger. In 1952, a group of Egyptian military officers led a revolution against British rule.
France granted Tunisia and Morocco independence in 1956. But the French still clung on to Algeria, resulting in a bloody
war. But you know those Frenchmen, anyway the wind blows, and in 1962 they granted Algeria its independence. Finally,
to put violent icing on the government cake, Mu’ammar Gadhafi led military officers to overthrow the monarchy.
Well, there you have it! My long life as those around me rise and fall.
Whitley Horn
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Elizabeth Pellicane

Cherry Blossom Tree
Blossoms flying in the sky
Shining pink flowers
Nina Cammarata
Pretty short petals
Their smell is so beautiful
Swaying in the air
Cold, white, beautiful
Falling down
from the heavens
Floating in the air
Thomas DePoalo
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Stephanie Ironson
Beautiful Blossom
Cherry tree, daisy, and rose
Windblown in the grass
Nina Cammarata

Through the twisted branches and up the steep hill
Lay the tired town of Hornlone Ville
As darkness rose and twilight fell
All stray creatures rose from hell
Groping the silence of the night
pouncing and prancing without the least contrite
In the sky above a single bat did soar
Hallows Eve had come once more . . .
A lonely gentleman -- his eyes to heaven above
For the memory of his departed love
“I grieve on the anniversary of my lost bride
Three Hallows eve past is when she died.
Oh, that night, three years ago
the chilling wind from the east did blow
The trees in unison embraced my house
That dreadful night, I lost my spouse”
Devoid of emotion, he trudged graveyard bound
Shuffling through darkened streets nary a sound
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Reaching the site in which his love lay
Who died three years ago on this very day
The young man knelt beside the dust covered stone
Talking to his departed, thinking he was alone
“My love has only grown with another year gone by,
I wish to be with you,” he whispered with a sigh
“Until next year, we must say our goodbyes.”
But, lurking amidst the bushes was a pair of yellow
eyes
As he bent to kiss her name
A shaft of fire from the bushes aflame
The smoke cleared in the tired village of Hornlone
Another name appeared on that very graveyard stone.
Eternal love he did achieve
At last on Hallows Eve
Lucy Donnally
Stephanie Ironson

Dark
The trees sway gently
the temperature drops
the night is dark
and the fog grows thick
the air is gloomy
there is a deep silence
These nights- in this palce- not too welcoming
For people cower in fear
for an apparition to be seen
and a secret would be hidden
a scream inaudible
a jurisdiction broken
and the world would never know.
Ethics don’t exist anymore
Any innocent can become volatile
You can’t trust anyone
because no lie would be plausible
even if they look so true
But if you enter this place
you must watch your back; be assertive when cornered
If not, your story will have no sequel
Nor an epitaph on your grave
Connor McFadden
Austin Fernandez 12
The Night
The night was filled with antics
by all those who roamed the streets
We collaborated on highjinx
the bloodiness was not for the meek.
We roamed congested alleys and lanes,
encountering churlish rebels
The dreary and dark streets were
mobbed with demons and devils
Cody Shemesh
To home we roamed and wandered,
past the judges of the Halloween scene
To our amazement
we received plaudits beyond our wildest dreams.
Alex Amaral

Words Cannot Describe
Why?
One word
Infinite meaning
Yet no answer
Our lives were taken
Unjustly.
Our bodies burned
To hide us forever?
You stole
Everything dear.
You crushed
The dreams of all.
In the flames
Our ashes fell.
In the blaze
We burned.
What
was this reason
that made murder just?
We don’t know.
Death of millions,
For benefit of none.
What is madness,
Until you see it.
We saw
We heard,
We suffered
Nobody cared.
Who are you?
To do this
So vile must you be
Pure cruelty.
The blood that runs
Through your veins
Fresh with evil.
A monster.
Our blood
Has been shed.
Nobody cared,
Why?
We are buried here,
In the rubble
Why?
Again,
An echo
With
No
Reply.
Katelyn Stover
Do You See What They Have Done?
I am skin over bones.
Don’t know what I am, don’t know who I am.
Taken my pride, taken my soul
Do you see what they have done?
Was from Germany,
Now ashamed.
Taken my country.
Now I am just plain
Do you see what they have done?
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Still have my faith.
But just want to go home.
Do you see what they have done?
Miss my family, miss my home.
Still have my faith.
But just want to go home.
Do you see what they have done?
Ellie Smith
Alyssa Bufis

(Inspired by The Red Badge of Courage)
As I walked among wounded men, I was ashamed of deserting. I felt as though it was written all over me. That
people could see I was different.
“Was that him?” I thought. It was! It’s Jim Conklin. Surprise, yet horror, rushed through me. I had found my
friend, but he was mortally wounded. It didn’t look like he had long to live.
I tried to help, but he resisted. He didn’t want to die, but he was tough about it. He kept looking into
space . . . wondering. I wondered too, how he felt being shot and all, not knowing if you were going to live or die. He
got pale, and I knew he was dying when I could hear his heart pounding. You could see his eyes were burning in pain.
The poor man was afraid of getting trampled and just wanted to get off the road. He kept begging me and it was
becoming very hard to say no.
Jim was saying, “Leave me be.” I am not sure why he would want to be alone. A tattered soldier was behind me.
He was saying to take him off the road and into the fields. I ran up to Jim and begged him to say with me. He looked
at me blankly. His fiery eyes burned me.
He was up, running! I couldn’t believe where he was getting his strength. The tattered man and I ran afer him.
What else could we do? We caught him in a clump of bushes. “What are you doing!?” I asked him. He just replied to
leave him be . . . not to touch him. I am not so sure he even heard me because his face was full of fear and hate . . . hat-
ing the world . . . I saw pain and love . . . love for his family . . . grief . . . knowing he would never see his family again.
Jim wandered away while we followed close behind. Suddenly he stopped right in front of us. He was standing tall
and felt he had come to the spot he had wanted to be. He started heaving, struggling for air. It stopped, and Jim stiff-
ened. I knew that had been his last breath, for he had fallen to the ground.
Jim Conklin was dead. No doubt about it. I knew I had to move on, but I couldn’t accept that just yet. It sort of
cheered me up as I looked at his face. Jim was smiling. Jim Conklin finally looked happy.
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Alyssa Bufis
Beck Tabor

The ZiggerZagger
Beware the ZiggerZagger
He’ll eat you in one piece
He’ll claw out both your eyes
It happened to my niece
He doesn’t make friends
So all of you watch out
For he has only me
I am his only, no doubt
We laugh, we giggle, and we joke,
We have fun every day
The only time we have to stop
Is when someone else has come our way
Mihikaa Naik
He has bad breath and an ugly face
And all the children let him know
So they make mean jokes
And on their way they go
Now he hates them all
And he has only me
I like him for who he is
And for who he’ll always be
No one seems to look beyond
What their eyes will see
And they will never realize
How nice the ZiggerZagger can be.
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The Pink Elephant
At the foot of my bed it gawks at me, and I
gawk back. Given to me by my beloved auntie
when I was only two, I cherish C.J., my pink
elephant. Its smooth, fluffy pink exterior is soft
and elegant, despite its blue eyes conjoined at
the middle, and its green feet with yellow toe-
nails. I confide in C.J., and he listens with open
ears. We indulge in conversations of all types,
even though he himself is quite inaudible.
I still love and admire him, because he is the
memory of my auntie. And even though she is
no longer living, I will keep C.J. and pass him
down from generation to generation so my kids,
and their kids will be obliged to share the same
compassion, love, and respect for him, as I , too,
always will.
Dana DiGiacinto
Clarence Williams

Mysterious Figure
A face in the window
A thing of the past
A reflection of a mirror
Will the visions last?
A mind has been scrambled
A smile has lit
With confusion and happiness
Has my place just been fit?
These Wires
These wires block us out
We can hardly look about
Zach Blumekehl
They shield us from the outside world
We were whirled into this new world.
What are they so afraid of?
These wires are our boundaries
It’s a prison like working at a foundry
We work into the night
We tell ourselves it will be all right
But we don’t believe it
We are all so naïve
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These wires finally give in
The allies have come
We are finally freed
Dana DiGiacinto
We can leave these wires we were forced to call home
You see the excitement in our faces
We can finally leave these wires
These wires that have restrained us
But now they have broken apart
and we have
trampled them
Katy Hentenaar

I Hate Her
I hate her
I never want to see her again
She broke up with me
I had nothing to gain
We were in love
But it was all fake
She pretended to love
We had nothing to make
I am happy she is gone
And that I am alone
She is with only her ugly self
Told me to go home
But yet I am confused
Why do I care about her departure?
Ethan Riback
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The Other Side
I took a wrong turn,
To the other side,
Never looking back.
Committed lots of sins,
Gossiping, fighting, cheating, hurting,
Never looking back.
But I found my way,
And I was forgiven,
Never looking back.
Jade Gardener
Joshua Schramm

When I was born I had a dog named “Teddy.” He was a dog like Lassie from Lassie, Come Home. Teddy and I
used to chase the mailman, and Teddy would usually rip his pants. This used to be my morning entertainment. On
Sundays we annoyed the little girl down the street.
One day my parents told me that we were moving away and Teddy couldn’t come with us. They told me he would
go with my loving babysitter. I hated that woman with every bone in my body. She was a vile person. So when he
had to move to my disgusting babysitter’s house, my parents bought me a bear. I named it “Teddy” so I would al-
ways remember him. The bear was so soft and plush. It was light brown with deep chocolate eyes. To me, the bear
always smiled.
Two years later Teddy died and then the bear seemed to frown. Teddy the bear still sits in my closet, in his arms
a picture of me and Teddy rests.
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Mihikaa Niak
Callie Smith

The Big Game
It was the championship game,
And almost the whole town came.
We were playing our archenemy,
The Lincoln Park Lenape.
It was the bottom of the ninth inning,
And we weren’t winning.
We were down by one,
And knew what had to be done.
There were two outs,
But never any doubts.
First up was Lindsay,
And then it was me.
Third was Jenny,
And then it was Kelsey.
Lindsay got a single,
And heard the crowd jingle.
A smile appeared on her face,
As she stole second base.
A tingle went down my spine,
As I hit it down the right field line.
Lindsay came around to score.
And it sure wasn’t a bore.
Then without any trouble,
Jenny hit a double.
She moved me to third,
Where I was as alert as a bird.
All this suspense,
Was making me tense.
For, I knew that I was the winning run,
That would start all the fun.
Staying nice and tall,
The pitcher released the ball.
It was low,
And bounced off the catcher’s toe.
I broke from third base,
Like a detective who just found the answer to a case.
Without a care,
I flung my body into the air.
And the Lenape coach threw a fit,
As I slid under the catcher’s mitt.
Jill Raia
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Gum
Chewy, sticky, pink
Tasty in your mouth, now chew!
Blow and it will . . . POP!
Patrick Lai
Joshua Schramm

Dear Journal,
I am writing from my hotel room in the western beach coasts of South America. I am volun-
teering my vacation as a turtle protector. I work for “TXZC-Got-Cha” and I don’t mean to brag, but
I am the best turtle protector on the beach. I have been hired to protect them during the two days
that they migrate from the hatching ground to the ocean.
Day One was very hard for me. I saw the turtle hunter, J.J. Holmes, who was one of the
meanest turtle hunters in the world. It was illegal to hunt, so I called the cops on him. Then I gath-
ered all the turtles making it to the shore, and put them in a safe bucket in my car. After, I realeased
them into the sea when I was sure J.J. Holmes was no where to be seen.
Day Two was a little easier for me. I didn’t see as many turtles. This had been a great project for
me. Robert Oreizetti
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Julia McBride

Who Teaches a Spider
Who teaches a spider
How to eat and how to spin
They never see their parents
How do they make threads so thin?
Their webs are things of beauty
They shimmer in the sun
Spiders know so many things
Yet have not been taught one
Spiders, amazing creatures
Who we cannot understand
They spin their webs
Catching flies
And live all across the land
Harry Okun
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Indian Chant
Alyssa Bufis
The trees are dying and there is nothing to eat
Time goes on
The earth is barren and all too hot
Time goes on
Nothing but prayer to heal us
Time goes on
The end is near for all that are here
Time goes on
We are riding into the fields
The hot dry wind pursued us
The winter is gone it turned to spring
The hot dry wind pursued us
The children can come out and play
The hot dry wind pursued us
Birds are chirping and squirrels are playing
The hot dry wind pursued us
Austin Fernandez

Love
The conversations when we talk,
The secrets we share,
Would you come with me on a long walk?
That would show me how much you really care.
The feelings we have for one another,
They are simply amazing,
I want you to be with me forever,
Live up to the truth and stop the praising.
My love is in your trust,
Is it my fault that I care too much?
You and me together is a must,
Don’t leave me, otherwise my life will forever be
crushed.
You with me equal two,
My life is now completed because of you.
Alex D’urso
Will Politan
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Dear Romeo,
Where art thou?
How I long for thee.
One whose love they can avow,
A love, so pure, for me.
What is love?
But a passion
That I am tossed off of
Into the abyss, lacking compassion.
Romeo, your love is but an act,
It is easily seen you’re untrue.
A soul, it seems, you always lacked,
And now I must bid thee adieu.
How I thought you were the one,
But was plainly seen that we were done.
Sharon Zelnick
Katelyn Stover

Moi et Nutmeg
Je m’appelle Gilles et elle s’appelle Nutmeg. Je suis une personne et Nutmeg est un chien. Je
cours mais elle est plus rapide que moi. Je suis plus grand qu’ elle mais elle est moins grosse que moi.
photo courtesy of author
Je suis plus intelligent qu’ elle mais elle ne va pas ā l’ecole. Elle
est jaune et je suis blanc et rouge. Je joue avec les ordinators
et elle joue avecles balles de tennis. Je vais dormeir ā dix-onze
heures elle va dormer quand elle veut. Je parle un petit peu le
francais et beacoup d’anglais mais elle parle “chien”. Je parle
plus qu’ elle mais quand elle parle c’est tres tres penible. Elle
Tres ecoute plus que moi.
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Jeff “Gilles” Carter
Jill Raia

The Great Wave of Kanagawa
The great wall of concrete
Comes closer. It gets bigger
Every second. You are just
Waiting for the rogue to hit
It takes the boat up
Into its curl. Your heart
Beats as fast as a frog jumps
It comes down on us
Like getting smacked
with a cement block.
It pulls me
Down,
Death
Ethan Goldstein
Cynthia Tremonte
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Mona Lisa
I look into her eyes
And what do I see?
A straight up girl
Not as happy as can be
There is something mysterious
There is something just strange
Her eyes seem to follow
I should keep out of range
I feel a little strange
I’m very afraid
There is something coming
Brette Brier
Like the mischief of a night raid
Zach Blumenkehl

One by one, lives are ended
My eyes are blinded by the sight below me
Tears run down strangers’ faces
Right now, here, I wish I were blind
The line shorter
My faith grows smaller
Bullet after bullet
Body after body falls into the pit
Soldiers laugh
If only they were in our place
Three more lives are before me
Two
One
I sit down, my back to the soldiers
My legs resting over the pit
Empty bodies below me
I stare at the camera
Trigger pulled.
Lucy Donnally
Katie Murray
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No
Peering over
Peeking through
Calmly waiting.
No, no I will not go.
Running, running, running
Collapsed, distorted people
No food, no water
No mercy.
No, no I will not go.
Through the gates
Into line
Pointed right
... Death.
No
no, I will not go.
Lizzie O’Neill
Jamie Becker

A Million Little Pieces
Love is an illusion;
Love is, face it, pretend.
Love is there to make us feel
like the princess in a fairytale,
Love isn’t pickin’ or chosin’
You just fall
And every time you fall, it just becomes
harder to get back up;
Because love is a risk we take, a sacrifice,
When people put their whole heart into things,
like love,
all it means is another easy way to get broken;
When a heart breaks,
it shatters into a million pieces,
just like glass
Samantha Stathis
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Once a heart has shattered,
it’s not easy putting the pieces back together;
Mending a broken heart isn’t as simple as
sticking a band-aid on your chest,
Like a jigsaw puzzle,
it’s hard.
Sometimes it even takes
forever;
And after a heart is finished mending
you just move along,
Like the clouds in the sky on a brilliant summer day,
you move along;
You’re independent now,
your heart drums the beat to its own song.
Caroline Hollander
Dana DiGiacinto

Monster
I would like to tell you about a friend of mine
He is green and he can be mean
He is not very clean
He is nice, once you talk to him
Though not very slim
We are good friends
Not because he wears the latest trends
He is just like us
He does not make a fuss
But only when he’s chased by a bus
His home is in the forest
So you would think he would smell of a florist
But you are wrong my friend
He tries to be clean, but we have to pretend
He likes to swim, and run
He is a load of fun
Wouldn’t you like to know my friend?
I’m sorry to tell you that this has a bitter end
He is only pretend.
But he is my best friend
He has yet to betray me
We still meet under the willow tree
And play different games, you see
“I WIN!” he exclaims
Our time has ended
But it has been splendid
Wouldn’t you like to learn his name?
It has been like a waiting game
I will not reveal to you his name
It is for me to know and for you to wonder
Oh no! Here comes Thunder!
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Katy Hentenaar
Stephanie Ironson

The Friend
The warm smile,
Always looks my way.
The funny laugh,
I hear everyday.
The snort,
That makes me chuckle.
The heartache and pain,
We go through together.
You are a friend,
You are a buddy.
You are my blood,
You are my sister.
Alec Wells
Rachel Moss
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Jamie Becker
Liz
Big mouth, big smile
Obnoxious laugh for no reason
Nothing to bring you down
And never on time
You still and forever will be a friend of mine.
Melissa Rodriguez

Great big splashing waves
Hit the shore thunderously
And crawl up the beach
Jackson Kramer The Ocean
Big salty and blue
Pretty on the horizon
A breathtaking sight
Sitting there watching
It is a great green carpet
Blades of grass, stomped on
Thomas DePoalo
Waves from the ocean
Swaying back and forth
Shells washing up to shore
Blue and high blanket
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Olivia Sprau
A great big sky above us
Watching over us
Lydia Novalis
Jackson Kramer
Rachel Donahue

Deep Within the Forest
“Wake up, wake up, Star.
The sun is shining and the birds singing.
Come, come now.
Walk with your horn high.”
“We unicorns are proud,
So let’s go, time’s a wastin’”.
“But Sky, I don’t want to,
I don’t want to save the Majesty’s son.”
Sky was aghast at what her friend had just said.
Her Majesty’s son was captured by the werewolves,
And a reward was being offered:
Marriage to whoever brought back her son.
Sky was a persuasive talker,
So soon Star was following her like an obedient dog.
Through the forest they trotted,
Until the werewolf was spotted.
“Oh my!” said Star.
“Good Golly!” said Sky.
Before their eyes was the werewolf.
Its bulging eyes staring back at them.
What did we get ourselves into? murmured Sky,
Who was having second thoughts.
But then she looked into the eyes of the captive.
They were so hopeful, how could she not help him?
She told Star to stand back.
With a swish of her mane,
And a ferocious buck,
She summoned all the power inside of her.
A sudden scream pierced through the dense forest
growth.
Before Sky’s eyes was the werewolf,
Its breaths becoming shallower by the minute.
Up arose the son, who galloped to Sky’s side.
Then they leisurely walked back toward the palace.
Her Majesty greeted them with a grateful whinny.
A big feast soon followed for Star and Sky.
And the next day, Sky and the son were married.
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Sarah Garman
Sarah Garman

The Hot Dry Wind Pursued Us
Walking on the beach
Completely thoughtless
The hot dry wind pursued us
Our feet in the sand
Tickling our toes
The hot dry wind pursued us
Swimming in the ocean
Floating on our backs
The hot dry wind pursued us
Dusty Pribor
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Dust
The love I see is dust
It crumbles away and nothing is left
Although love I must
Loving is to sell your heart away
Your life you must thrust,
To the devil,
If you do not trust,
The one you love
There was a lust,
For you my darling
It just turned to rust
As I saw you leaving
Loving someone is for nothing,
only to be wasted.
Love is for the poor soul,
for love, we all have tasted.
On the boat rocking back and forth
The hot dry wind pursued us
Laying down
Tanning on a blanket
The hot dry wind pursued us
Running down the beach
Jumping on your skim board
The hot dry wind pursued us
Thomas DePoalo
Alec Wells

Seasons
Seasons
Winter comes
In banks of white
Nice warm homes
and toasty nights
Every year, it comes around
Really, really bright
Spring soon follows
Plenty of grass to go around
Rich in animals
It comes to melt the snow
Never stopping, always going
Giving room for plants to grow
Summer comes to take a turn
Until fall does return
Making heat and summer waves,
Many vacation memories to save
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Easy going, no need to rush
Ready to run
through the summer brush
Fall is last on our list
Although it’s not the least
Leaves falling, twirling down
Leaving the trees to hit the ground
So now it all repeats again
Every year it is the same
All your life and still ongoing
Seasons just keep spinning, turning
On and on, with the sun
Never stopping til time is done
Spinning, spinning, on and on
Melissa Rodriguez
Kyle Fisher

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Will Politan

The Winds of the Seasons
Rushing, blowing through the trees
Hissing, whooshing, autumn’s breeze
Dry and cold, like the touch of death
A frozen chill, winter’s breath
Brimming with life, a golden hue
Away with the old,
spring’s wind comes anew
Strong and stormy, hot and pale
The fiercest of all, summer’s gale
Harry Okun
Kyle Fisher
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Fluttering, soft wings
Colored with yellow and black
Silently flying
Soft, felt-like petals
Gleaming with purple and green
Swaying quietly
Cynthia Tremonte
Jamie Becker

Grandma: What You’re About
Full of joy
That came right out
You had a twinkle
That would never run out
Sometimes mad
But that’s not what you’re about
Taught everyone something new
Everyone listened
No doubt
You are my Grandma, my friend, and my pal
Now, that’s what you’re about
Samantha Stathis
Alyssa Bufis
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Grandma
You always made me feel important
You always had an emergency piece of candy
in your purse and
you always tried to be friends with us.
You knew how to cheer us up
and had ideas on how to have fun
when we were stuck inside.
Whenever we needed
a babysitter for the weekend
you would come
and we always had a blast.
I hope your journey brought you as much fun
as you brought us
Cerea Steficek
Nina Cammarata

Cried Out
Standing here in the cold
Close to evening time
Screams and prayers being mumbled
Is all I can hear coming from the front of the line,
Is this the end?
That’s it?
Nothing else left for me to see?
It is like I have only seen the worst that can be,
People being killed,
Forced to do work and fighting over just a bit to eat
I look towards the sky asking,
“Lord please tell me why me?”
When will this be over and done?
But I think we have all known there is no good to
come,
My dreams of happiness and good
have all faded away,
Knowing no one can help me one inch of the way
The line seemed to shorten,
I, next to die,
I waited, tears to fall one at a time,
But I’m all cried out,
I won’t waste my strength,
There are no more tears to cry,
I say my last prayers just to get by
But there is one thing I won’ t do
And that is to say
Goodbye
Melissa Rodriguez
Emily Aguas
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Summer is a relaxing time.
Winter is time to rejoice and drink.
Spring is time to rest.
Fall, the time to jump.
Sunny weather lets the clean air come.
Crisp clean air comes through.
Anna Balliet
Brandon Szapiro

El Greco-View of Toledo
A view so high
As wonderful as can be
From way up here,
I see an old resemblance of me
From way down below
You may seem so poor
You look straight up
And only desire for more
I wonder how it can be
Two completely different sides
Straight up to straight down
What happens when they collide
Zach Blumenkehl
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View of Toledo
The city of dreams, Toledo.
It’s walls made of stone,
It’s on the river side,
Toledo the city of dreams.
On the hill buildings so tall,
Grasslands everywhere,
As far as the eye can see,
Toledo, the city of dreams.
It’s skies, different shades of blue,
The people, so kind,
It’s the city you will never forget,
Toledo, the city of dreams.
Ethan Goldstein
Emily Aguas

Hope and Love
I see them sitting there. The boy and his older brother. The brother is kind and gentle, and has had it rough,
while the young one is just sitting there, starving, not knowing what to think.
They are sitting there, wanting and waiting for something to happen. Maybe the boy is waiting for his mother,
not realizing she has been taken away, forever. And maybe the older brother is praying in his mind that they
will get through this, they will live.
What I see is love. They are both just sitting there, together. Trying to keep close. Trying to keep warm. The
older brother is even giving some of his meal to his brother, when he is starving himself.
I also see hope. Hope in their eyes, hope in their love, and hope in each other. When they are sitting there they
are hoping and loving each other, more now than ever because they don’t know what to think of these cruel-
hearted people, these soldiers. Hope and love are keeping them together.
When I see this, I think of my sisters, and what we would do. I would love them. Hold them close to me and
never let go. I would love them and pray that we would get out of there alive. Staying alive, with love and hope.
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Stephanie Ironson
Elisabeth Maranca

Soccer
Soccer is played everywhere
From the United States to Tokyo
I care so much for this sport
It really can give a good show
Soccer is so much fun
Some of my friends say it’s lame
But I won’t regret or stop them
They just don’t know how to play the game
Soccer is my life
I play it day and night
I will always play the game
And when I do, I play it right
Spencer Steficek
Freddie Wynne
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Tennis
Tennis, oh tennis
I love you, you’re sweet
Except for the blisters you put on my feet
Tennis, oh tennis
You’re first on my list
I simply can’t see why other sports exist
Agassi, Federer, Roddick, and Blake
They all love tennis, for goodness sake!
Baseball, soccer, and lacrosse are fun, too
But tennis, oh tennis no one can beat you.
Tennis, oh tennis
You’re simply the best!
Max Schmidt
Mike Koslov

Hey y’all,
How y’all doing today? My name is Henry. I’m gonna tell y’all bout my growin’ up during the Civil
War. About 30 years ago they wrote a book called The Red Badge of Courage bout me. I was called th’ youth.
I thought goin to war would let me look good witth’ pretty ladies and I would come back a hero, well I eventu-
ally came back a hero but all that dirty stuff I saw, I had to do a little growin’ up first. My mom did always
tell me to fight honestly and squarely even if it means sacrificing my life. Well I wasn’t really in the war, I
waas something called a flag bearer. So this war was between the blue guys, the Union Army. That was me.
And the gray guys, the Confederates.
I’ll just skippity to the best part. We had just finished a battle, we had fought th’ battle hard but we
didn’t get to where we wanted to be. When we met up with th’ other regiment, they all harassed us cause we
didn’t get to Whiterside. All of us felt a little bad and a tiny bit uppity, but then some of th’ men came back
and said who was that little lad what wuz carryin’ the flag. He was right in th’ front where he was suppose
to be. He and his friend Wilson were doin’ a great job. I can’t believe that the lieutenant said good job to me.
I was some jimhickey lad helping out and I’m getting noticed by the lieutenant. So we trudged on and on and
soon enough I saw men ducking and dodging past shells that were bein thrown in buckets. The shots of the
rifles were so loud I felt like I was just sittin’ in between two gunmen. I saw two regiments fightin’ in a separate
battle with two other regiments. In a different direction, I saw a big brigade trying to drive the enemy
from some woods. After a little while I saw that same brigade marching out with its English style formation.
As I was standin’ away from the battle the rifles stopped. I heard men shouting, it came from the blue men,
and I could see our flags raised in the air. Everything was quiet for a while, but then all of a sudden rifles
started goin’ off an’ over the hill I saw bunches men a swarmin. Two big waves of gray and blue were goin’
at each other. The advantage was goin back and forth, but both sides were goin’ at it while screamin’ and
yelling. Men fought over positions to be behind trees and fences. Men were being assaulted left and right. An
enemy’s line was comin’ within range. All our men suddenly froze, they all started firing their rifles without
command. The enemy took great position on th’ fence that was separating the two regiments. Th’ blue started
to bleed badly and bodies began to drop. The blue regiment was told to charge ‘em, they had to go farther.
Soldiers began to leap forward and blue started to feel a bit of success. A big cloud of smoke was over the
fence and behind it lay bloody soldiers and rifles on the ground. Everything was going through my head, my
thoughts were crazy. But then I saw their flag waving and I just knew that I had to get it. Getting that flag
meant everything to me. My friend went towards the flag and wrenched it from the color bearer as he died.
We finally got the flag, we all threw our caps in the air and we had four prisoners.
It was probably the best feeling in my whole entire life when my friend and I rested in the grass with
our treasures.
(ispired by The Red Badge of Courage)
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Jared Bernstein

Arlington Cemetery
I am one of the lucky visitors to Arlington Cemetery. I am not there to visit a relative; I am
not there to lay a rose, or to weep at the sight of a cold stone, which marks the familiar name
of someone I know personally or a family member that I heard stories about. I am there only
to pay respect to those who gave their lives fighting so that I can live in freedom. I do not hold
only one name in my heart.
There are so many names on stones, and yet, so many stones without name. For all of
the 2,111 unknown soldiers who fought during the Civil War, WWII, and the Korean Conflict I
would like lay a wreath. And for all of these soldiers unnamed who died with pride, I would like
to lay a wreath. For all the men and women whose graves are marked with a single cross, and
for all those markers with no names. I stand for them. I would be honored to lay a wreath in
their memory.
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Annie Cha
Stephanie Ironson

Brandon Szapiro
Jaynie Seigel
For All of Us
They laugh at me
With no guilt in their eye
They laugh at me
As the belief in God begins to die
I pray for them
For I know somewhere they have a heart
I pray for them
I am the board, his gun is the dart.
They beat us
Like we are nothing at all
They beat us
As we lie with our faces to the floor
I pray for us
God is trying to save us from death
I pray for us
I see my people taking their last breath
They hurt us
With each beating, another soul dies
They hurt us
As they ignore the screaming and the cries
God is here
It is just taking him some time
But God is here
Trying to stop the devil from committing this crime
So here I pray
For us and even them too
So here I pray
May God be always with you.
Amen.
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Dana DiGiacinto

Sonnet
We thought we were meant to be
We never fought
We loved each other, everyone could see
We would be together forever,
that’s what we thought.
Our love started to wane
We thought it would pass
Our love didn’t gain
That day was our last
I missed the days we were together
But I got over him
I knew it was over forever
But the first few days were grim
It will go by again, and it went by fast
But my love has already passed.
Cerea Steficek Emily Aguas
Annie Cha
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Bedroom at Arles
Sitting in my bedroom
confined in a cell
one window, four walls
surrounding
Looking out the window
the city cries below
one window, four walls
surround me
Four pictures, two chairs
one window, four walls
surround me
Hannah Leahy

(President Calderone in a Press Conference)
Problem: Population Causes Environmental Problems
Stage Worker: Have a seat Mr. Calderone. Good to have you here.
Calderone: My pleasure. (President Calderone sits down)
Camera man: Okay... you’re on in 3...2...1... go!
Anchor: Hello and welcome to Mexican News Today. Our top story today is President Calderone talking about our
population and environmental problems. Now we’ll hand it over to our interviewer, Bob.
Interviewer: Thank you John. Here I have a live press conference with President Calderone. So President, why do
you think our population is a problem?
Calderone: Well Bob, our population is causing a very big environmental problem. We have about 4.5 million cars
and many factories polluting our air quality. This will give us bad air that we breathe every second.
Interviewer: Wow President, is that your only problem with our population?
Calderone: Oh no Bob, another problem is that wells in our city are causing the buildings to sink!
Interviewer: No way!
Calderone: Yes really! And, since 1900, some buildings in downtown have sunk 29 meters!
Interviewer: Oh my!
Calderone: It’s horrible!
Interviewer: It is! Do you have any suggestions to help all of these problems?
Calderone: Yes, in fact I do. People should buy hybrids, but I can’t convince the whole city to buy one, can I?
Interviewer: No, that would be difficult.
Calderone: we could also ride bikes if we don’t need to go very far.
Interviewer: That’s a very good idea Mr. Calderone!
Calderone: Thank you Bob.
Interviewer: What about the flooding problem?
Calderone: Hmm... I was thinking we could stop using wells and have our water imported from somewhere else. Our
water isn’t very good any way, if you haven’t noticed.
Interviewer: Hmm... that might take a while though...
Calderone: Better late than never!
Interviewer: Well, that is true... Our time is over so I’ll send it back to you John.
Anchor: Thank you Bob, maybe I’ll buy a hybrid now. Well our session is over so we’ll see you tomorrow at 7:30 PM.
From all of us on Mexican News Today, goodbye!
(crowd claps)
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Drew Hagerstrom

Love, The Never-Ending Battle
Love looks not with the eyes, but with the heart
I believe love is a mystery
It is but a mastered art
Much has entertained us in love’s history
Celebrities and people just like you and me
All have been cast under the spell
We see it on TV
Only soon did they realize love is no fantasy,
Love is hell
A test put upon us by the gods
Or so some seem to think
Most have to fight the odds
Love is all gone in a blink
Of our blind eyes
I would hope us all to think more wisely
For this game, love is a battle,
Love is nothing but trouble
Love is here, love is gone, love is pain
Love is all we have forgotten,
Traveled far away in a bubble
Love is over, love is past,
Love is an undying chain
Yet to be broken
Soon to end
And possibly I have outspoken
Please forgive me, I am only trying to defend
All those who were hurt by four simple words, we need to
Talk
This is a battle of hate and balk
But sometimes when you meet the one
All the pain, all the hurt, seems worth it,
And with that I am done
Callie Smith
Matt Kleinberg
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Ethan Riback
How can I tell you what I feel for you?
When I think of you my feelings twist inside
As if someone’s fist reached in and grabbed a few,
and turned and turned them tight and tangled.
I’ve tried
Somehow to say,
You’re the sun in my sky,
The wind that takes me where I want to go,
the sweet incense that makes me feel so high
But it all sticks in my throat!
It sounds too cute,
Empty as a wrinkled paper bag.
You won’t believe it! Better I stay mute
than offer you expressions that make you gag.
And yet I wish to tell you of my love,
If only love its own locks would remove!
Hannah Sundman

Starry Night
The stars were shining
no cloud in the sky with a silver lining
the moon so bright
like a candle light
The town below
with lights that glow
The hills that glide
ar along the side
The church steeple
empty of people
The bells that ring
and the echo of the choir that sings
What a starry night.
Julia McBride
Cerea Steficek
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Sounds Like . . .
Pitter, patter, pant
Ploop, plop, pebble, pleez, phat, ploog
Phew, wow! That was hard.
Joshua Schramm
Hannah Sundman

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Lindsay Walker
Catherine Wachtell

Back in the Day
You basked in the admiration of your peers when you wore your stylish bell-bottoms
and “dyn-o-mite” platform shoes
Your pubescent attributes penetrated the fact that
you couldn’t take your eyes off those certain girls flaunting their attractiveness in their rainbow halter-tops.
During school, your main priority was to focus and get good grades,
and not speak the same juvenile venacular
as the kids who talked back and came late to class.
Swish went the bright orange basketball that flew in the sky to a netless hoop.
Smiling and yelping, your good deeds were acknowledged by your teammates
who treated you to three 10-cent burgers at the local White Castle.
At your crib, once your homewowrk was finished, your strict, but loving, parents
firmly checked what you did and eventually gave you the “okay” to listen to music.
You boogied and gyrated to the funk, as you danced around and felt the soul
coming from your favorite group, Earth Wind and Fire.
After dancing, you were obligated to primp in the mirror and make sure your Afro
was still as proportional as it was before you started to groove.
I guess the 70’s have passed and the sweet memory of what was, is gone.
But don’t worry Pops; I assure you that your psychedelic legacy will live on.
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Clarence Williams
Sarah Bayersdorfer

Spring is Here
We lay in the sunshine
And springtime is near.
The weather is fine,
The blue skies so clear.
We watched time pass,
So Young and so unaware
Of the world beyond the grass
We escaped from a world of despair
We see the clouds become the stars,
At this time of year,
The days and nights are ours,
Because spring is here.
Lindsay Walker
Kyle Fisher
Spring
Animals are out
Birds are about
Flowers and trees are thriving
Bunnies are hopping
Cats are stalking
The wind and rain are driving
The sky is blue
the grass is blue
bees are busy buzzing
Bulbs sprout
Without a doubt
Spring is here and abounding
Austin Fernandez
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Winter Joys
Up on top of the mountain
Kids go shouting down, having a ball
Snow shoots in the air, like a foundation
Everyone hopes they don’t fall
The trees and branches are covered in ice
Snowballs are flying all around
The sky is blue and just so nice
Kids are laughing and tumbling to the ground
Cody Shemesh
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Eliza Kagan
Caroline Hollander