Whirlwind 10th Anniversary Edition: Longfellow's Literary Magazine for 2019-2020

Whirlwind
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The cold tiptoes in on frosty feet
As the man trudges along the road
“Turn back,” the fearful townspeople
goad
The man impervious to defeat.
The cold stomps in on its vicious paws
Biting the man on the endless path
Who pushes onward with equal wrath
And gives nary a moment of pause.
The Blizzard
By Benjamin C.
The cold tramples in with wild fury
Turning the world to a sheet of ice
As the man begins to pay his price
Down comes one lonely flapping
flurry.
The snow flutters down on fluffy wings
While the icy man trembles and
quakes
Plodding on without thought of
mistakes
As the angry frost thrashes and stings.
~Angela Y.
The snow pounds on with a howling
wind
And the man wanders into the white
When, finally, in sets a great fright
Amid sheets of white making him
blind.
The blizzard rages on to the beat
Of the numb man’s solid-frozen tread
And it finally enters his head
That it is time to admit defeat.
I was born a miracle—a ball of talent
My mind worked like a well-oiled engine
Everything about me was a success, except for one
thing that failed me
The music around me began to fade until I could only
hear a faint ring in my ear at night
For years, I didn’t want to associate myself with the
world
But I didn’t let my suffering pull me down
I wrote music in my mind
Beethoven
By Serenna S.
68
I created concertos with my imagination
I conducted symphonies with nothing but my eyes
and vibrations touching my feet
By working harder, I grew further
The world around me is muffled
To me it’s filled with the sound of art
Was my incredible effort worth it in the end?
Does the world still remember me,
Or did my music die away like my hearing?