Our final round of poetry submissions were wonderfully artistic per usual. Thank you to the students who submitted poems, each one of you beautifully demonstrated your impressive writing skills!
You Cannot Chain the Wind
Ethan Barnes (’24)
You cannot chain the wind.
It must be free to roam.
It cannot be expected,
To beat on poetry with a hose.
You cannot chain the wind,
It must blow helterskelter.
It can’t remain in one seat.
It has to find new shelter.
And even when the wind dies-
And appears to crash and sleep,
It’s still has enough strength
To avoid collapsing in a heap.
You cannot chain the wind—
For 8 hours a day.
You have to let it run,
To keep its force at bay.
You cannot chain the wind
You have to let it speak—
Else it keeps those thoughts bottled up
And makes student’s knees weak.
You cannot chain the wind.
It must be free to roam,
Whether it’s at school
Or bouncing around at home.
Winter Storm
Ethan Barnes (’24)
Winter grips the land
An icy storm slowly breaks
Spring thaw approaches
Foraging
Ethan Barnes (’24)
A deer forages
A fruit laden tree looks on
An unspoilt peace
A Babbling Brook
Ethan Barnes (’24)
A small brook babbles
Water coursing through the trees
Destined further on
Still Healing
Heidi Patrick (’26)
I feel like I’ve been trapped in a cage
With the door locked
No one at school acts their age
At the door I heard a knock
I slowly get up
With my broken wings
In my throat I feel a lump
Attached to all these strings
The cage shakes and rattles
As I struggle to open the door
My thoughts start to tattle
My hands are feeling sore
The door opens with such a force
I spread my wings and try to fly
With all my mistakes I feel remorse
When I try to touch the sky
But as I start to fall I tell my mind
To always stand tall
Even when you feel left behind
That you are worth your every breath
Don’t you forget
That when your life starts going left
You are more than your worst regret
My wings began to heal
I’m above the clouds
I feel like I’m made of steel
I’m not like the rest of the crowd
Saying goodbye to my bad thoughts
Saying hello to my new mind
Yes of course there are still dots
Of the things I once left behind
Deceitful Love
Heidi Patrick (’26)
I thought I was in love
To the point where I was drowning in it
I thought that a dove would be sent from above
Now I’m stuck in this pit
Falling in it wasn’t hard
Falling out isn’t fair
My heart is scarred
And you weren’t there
“You’ll find another”
They say
“He will be the perfect lover”
“You just have to obey”
I’m done looking for someone to fix me
Maybe I can fix myself
I won’t be stuck in this sea
Hopefully he will love himself
I can mend my bones
I can mend my mind
I know I won’t disown
This heart that I call mine
An Orange Ode
Tomsen Taylor (’24)
A fruit falls strongly to
The Earth that birthed it. A
Good omen; only a breath
Upon its bright, sunny skin,
And it still fell. Such a welcoming
Gift from God, or whoever.
A warm, glossy sun in my palm,
Resonating with the warm
Winter wind. It’s all strange,
These spots of light, this
Warmth. Between my
cold noise and nervousness,
An orange from the tree
dropped suddenly, as if to say
“Bite me here on my bitter skin,
and take my blood so you will live.”
