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Horizon 2017
Poem 3
In the early morning, I thought I’d travel away for the day.
Forgot that I made no plans, like a sheep going astray,
I board a train not knowing, where my destination would lead.
But thanks to the companion, I met on my way.
As I was going, inspirations caught my mind as quick as thunder road. Listening to my thoughts and heart the only two things i can get back into. I wrote a song with a melody in my head saying, dream is light.
And dreaming always with no action will give you nothing.
With the words that I believed to be, my life is a journey.
of how my life, my mind was feeling as happy as a peacock.
The train stopped at a station, so many miles I’d roamed.
I crossed the bridge, took another train and went to my home town.
Catherine Clement Ladu ’18
The New Journal
The journal was pulled open, the binding creaking as it got used to the new adjustment. The child smiled at the new papery bookstore smell of it and picked up a pencil. They dragged the graphite tip across the page, leaving the first mark on the previously unmarred pages. The line is joined by another and another. Some are straight, some straight, some curved, and some seeming to go wherever they wanted. Slowly, a picture took shape: a house on a hill, a car, a tree, a future all under a sun with a smiley face and a pair of sunglasses. Ideas flew onto the page, line after line. Someone walks past, and the child slams the journal closed. The person stops,“Whatareyoudoing?”Theyasked,amusementintheirvoice.The child only smiles secretively and holds a finger to their lips, making a shushing noice.
Danielle Krakovsky ’18
Isabelle
My future mistress hath the hair of two.
Her eyes hath the piercing glare of a hawk. There’s no hiding anything from her, too.
And it is in her beauty that I gawk.
If she is angry, then you’d ought to run.
She is the most beautiful thing I’ve seen. Even if sad, she is always good fun.
Her squeals are that of Corgis, pure and clean. And this fair maiden’s name is Isabelle.
I’m the boat to save her from the ocean.
For her, I’d gladly walk through Satan’s hell,
To Satan’s throne, and kick him in the shin. Once she is mine, we will be together.
We’ll sing to God in heaven forever.
The Tragic Grin
Of fairest smiles shining, yours is best.
It gleams and glows, a light when none is found. The dazz’ling white allures me like a jest.
And sweet the words of mouth in ear do sound.
Oh woe, behind a smile hides a lie.
Much truth is bent, the trust once built, now gone. Though bright it beams, its life not seen in eye. Remove from thoughts still present, note they’re wan.
The smile last was cold and bitter, fierce,
With little care for objects that litter life.
Inflicting wounds and screaming names that pierce, Aloof and distant, causing tons of strife.
So smile brighter, pretty please, I plead.
So halt your wrong, commence in worth, agreed?
Sports
Favorite pastime for many Running up and down the courts Some making a pretty penny.
Others do it for the love of the game The thrill of the competition Not just any ballgame
Man on a mission
Never want to quit It’s become my life I will not submit This is my strife
It may be goodbye for now But don’t worry I’ll be back I’ll keep my vow
It will be our throwback
Zack Schloemer ’17
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Val Jarvis ’18