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the wind it seemed to fly, fluttering its wings on the blast of the train like a butterfly. Douglas caught it. It was a
wallet-sized portrait of Dorothy Mae, the same one that was given to him as a gift not long ago, and on the back was written, “You were right, she is quite beautiful.”
By Kenzie Thennis
Harrison Writing Award Winner
The Chrysalis -Rebecca Smillie
I passed a regal guest one day, That caught my eye with its display. Enrobed in finery of kings,
It circled me with gilded wings, Inspired me to golden thought, Of who I am and what I ought.
A chrysalis is plenty more,
Than a wooly bear’s demanding chore, The digging of one’s own demise, For there a caterpillar dies,
But born with things they’d never seen, A pair of wings to fit a queen,
An artist’s palette is their boast,
So different from their wormy ghost.
And so it is this insect’s quest,
To crawl inside their self made nest. So like a phoenix from the flames, They rise again with graceful names, To fit the wings that glide and soar, To be a monarch, evermore.
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By Sarah Münker