Happy Earth Day! Why not start off your weekend with an incredible hike?! Not only do we live close by to the White Mountain National Forest but we also have some extraordinary local hikes right down the street! Check out the Quincy Bog Natural Area, the Walter Newton Natural Area (this hike has an amazing waterfall, Rainbow Falls!) or West Rattlesnake Mountain! Looking for even more hiking adventures? Check out the Nature page of our website! Andy Goldsworthly...an artist that should always be celebrated on earth day (and everyday)!
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Perfection
by Elizabeth Hopkins (1988) Though the hill is high, And the sides are slippery glass, Still we must struggle Try to climb up To reach The nonexistent Peak. The Mind
by Danny Currier (1983) The Mind, it's a funny little thing. It can anticipate the unseen, and be unaware of the obvious. It can solve the most difficult and be confused over the simple. The mind, it's a funny little thing.... Dreamers
by Johna VanStelten Climb high in the trees Sway in the breeze Don't let your feet touch the ground. Keep your head in the clouds With a hope that shrouds The negative rules all around. Whatever they say Just don't you pay Attention to where you are bound. Imagination Is the cause of creation For which dreamers are highly renowned. Waiting for the Sky to Burn
by Jamie Olds (1993) Tanned, dirty children Sitting on hot steps Waiting for the sky to burn. Mourning, depressed teens Passing idle time making delightful ogres of themselves Waiting for the sky to burn. Moaning, complaining adults Throwing pots and pans to show their day-to-day anger Waiting for the sky to burn. He and I, joyful and expectant, Waiting for the sun to rise, And our beautify to be seen, For we know that the sky will not burn. Pray Thee Kind Miss
by Devin Luce (2005) Pray thee kind Miss, When thy amber locks turn to gray, When they joins refuse to bend, I pray thee remember these days, The days we spent together, The nights we stayed and talked. The times our friendship weathered, The moments our hearts did balk. Pray thee kind Miss remember me. For I will not forget you. Congratulations to April’s Artist of the Month Emily Miller! You can check out Emily’s artwork in person, on the Artist of the Month bulletin board in the library, on our school TV’s and of course, right here on the Literary Magazine website!
The Weird Sisters
By Jonathan Partridge (1983) Behold how nature's seasons wax and wane, Pulled by earth, sun and moon; heaven and hell Madness, the silvery reflection of sane, Do hideouts, twisted, strange deeds compel. Faeries of evil that dance on the wind, And play havoc with moral hopes and fears; Dangling temptation before those who've sinned. Taunting, enticing with illusions and jeers. Bloating, ugly, nebulous old witches Leering at susceptible humanity, Gleefully keeping their sisters in stitches While reflecting the world's insanity. Heed not the weird sisters; tis fallacy. Harbingers of self-fulfilling prophecy. This is Just to Say
by Nicholas R. Currier (1998) I have eaten those waffles that we in that wafflemaker which were probably being saved as a snack for others. "Leggo my Eggo" I hear you cry. Punish me for they were warm and sweet with butter and ridged and oh so fattening. How Far Must We Go?
by Jeff Perkins (1987) The taunting had stopped, for now and forever. Hard eyes from their staring, reflected through others. No call from a group, afraid to be punished. The crowd keeps in place, with no one surviving. There is no solution, when they are involved. They had no real choice, it had to evolve. With the push of a button, The taunting had stopped. But now we must live, the war we have fought. 0 Comments |
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