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SUNSET
by Trevor Swanson
MISTY MEMORIES
by Ethan G. Truslow
PARTS OF A PINECONE
by Ella Shropshire
We will climb the trees and pick pinecones like apples rip back the woody scales
to eat the nuts inside
Polar opposites,
June, July and August
We will have a little cabin
And all be merry there
We will make soup out of the green things
We find in the wood
And fill a big black tub with water and mix them all around
Like the nights many dreams
We will fill jars with dirt and trinkets
And little tales of heroes and maidens who some- times are the same thing
We will carve wooden swords on midsummer
And embroider great tapestries in the fall
Stitches rude and rough as our hands can manage We will laugh and eat fine cakes with strawberries and whipped cream
When we cry, we will bake heartache into bread and scones
And eat them with wine ‘round a big table
Safe, and happy at last.
Morning in its reedy glory
I press the first flowers and send them to you Sunlight from the broken window
In a wee locket over my heart sits
This dream that can never be
I lace my shoes and walk to the mailbox.
That I can do, smiles the woman. And like smiles upon smiles The thought of freedom once again
Came to me.
And as I sat here talking With lost friends
Living life once again
I reminisced
And family filtered into my view Lost loved ones I saw once again Ghostly whispers wafted down
I was young again
And happy, it was not to last
Like the oldest trees, I kept aging
Yet I was never cut down
And I kept growing
Though I lost my view Thoughts of the past
Sacred and holy
Twisted in my mind
And I nodded, the lady smiled once again
And she showed me my family
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