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HORIZON
Oh, Mother Please
When a child arrives into life through birth, A bond is made between mother and her. Love so strong made in heaven and on earth. This bond can never break, but some differ.
A hardship arose when drugs came along, The mother would soon be on the wrong track. Time passed by slowly and so much went wrong; The mother soon could not get her child back.
The child wanted to forgive her mother, But when being a “mom” she failed the task. Chance after chance, she wouldn’t get another; A real mom is all the child would ask.
This child became a young woman alone. The love bond was torn and could not be sewn.
Abagayle Kishmarton ’21
How You Burn Me
I know I should fall apart over something greater But have you seen this boy?
He opens the sun’s eyes every morning
And puts it to sleep every night.
He is the warmth,
The rays burning into my skin and my lips and my eyes And he is the colors that paint the sky Weaving his way across the world
Dripping orange and gold and the deepest blood red And making sure no one forgets his beautiful art. He is magnificent, but he is dangerous
And he scorches whoever gets too close.
He is beautiful and lonely
And I know I am destroying myself
Over the boy who sleeps with the sun.
Ashley Bruner ’20
Melody of Men
The cloud of mist comes from the ragged breaths. Fingers numb against the frosty keys.
Thump, Thump, Thump.
The army of feet marches across the field.
“One, Two,” the voices cry.
Standing as soldiers, stiff, straight, spick and span.
The commander calls out, “ATTENTION,”
But the army is already at their command.
The long stick strikes the block unceasing, uninterrupted, unbroken, As the soldiers lift their guns
And shoot.
The bullets travel
Forming together,
Many into one,
Hitting the audience with a force all at once.
A startling surprise.
A pleasant report.
A melody of men.
Colleen Doucette ’20
FBI Journal
She kept checking her phone and email, wishing someone would make contact. That is, Rene kept checking Tori’s phone and email. Rene was the FBI agent assigned to Tori, a woefully mundane zookeeper. Day in and a day out, Rene would scane Tori’s devices for any hint of...anything. The most exciting thing to occur all week was when Tori received an email titled, “Snuck him in, now how do we hide it?” Rene had nearly jumped for joy; it appeared
to be a promising lead on the animal smuggling reports the FBI had recently been receiving. But alas, it was nothing but her coworker, Jarod, trying to figure out where to hide the clown for their office surprise party.
“Maybe next time Rene,” she mumbled to herself. “Maybe next time...”
Amelia Melcher ’18
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