Climate Crisis

The Earth we call home, The place in which we roam Is slowly drowning in a river of tears, But no one can hear the muffling fears.

Time is running out. The Earth is trying to shout. The world is taking turn. We all need to try to learn.

Knowledge is what we lack. We all wish there was an easy hack, But that is not the case.

We are in a climate change race.

If only there was a specific way To show how much we care today. Deforestation, pollution, all crazy things, Droughts and famines longing for the thirst of rain, Which everyone thinks are just little flings

The earth is asking for help, crying. We all wish we could say we were trying. We need to make a serious change, But if we work together, a cure is in range! Sophia Murnane ‘25

As the sun rises and sets each day the plastic arrives and leaves. We often think it gets thrown away, when it acts as a disease.

We were told the three R’s: Reduce, Reuse, Recycle. It is not on most people's radars that they should get a bicycle.

Greta asked us to take action, so instead of sitting on your yacht, let us all unite to show some passion for all the issues that should not be forgot.

The turtles kept swimming in a circle from that plastic straw you threw in Which made the turtles turn purple. Next time, throw it in a recycle bin.

The earth is our home Let us treat it with respect, or else we will be alone with no planet to perfect.

Misunderstood and mistreated, Our rights constantly overlooked… As women we are often defeated, Our lives are biased and unfair…

Your words are knives, Cutting down our hopes and dreams. Let us women have a life where we thrive! Let us not be on opposing teams!

Why are we treated like crinkled wrapping paper, Ripped and thrown out when not needed anymore? We stand up for ourselves, and labeled a hater, Only to be suppressed furthermore!

We have rights, rights that were and are worth fighting for, Now we don’t want it to be how it was before. We want equal pay, For the gender discrimination to go away!

We must feel empowered to use our voices, And people need to be told a thousand times to listen. Your sexism and stereotypes are killing us, leaving us with less rejoicing. So, stand up for the next generation, for they will glisten.

Jovilee Nickelsberg ‘25

Hallways lined with red and gold like a river directing knowledge, Smiling faces that never forget to acknowledge, From August to May, we come to learn For all four years, they prepare us to earn. How I never want to leave! Oh, do not make me go, please

Coming from far away and feeling some closeness, I chose to face my fears and be dauntless.

Entering the gateway enclosed by two great green doors, I did not know then that this place I would soon come to adore The people I met will stay close to my heart forever No force or power could break these bonds whatsoever.

Learning everything the mind can attain, Reading and writing till my eyes strain, Going from class to class, Learning all about Social Studies, English, and math, Checking Canvas has become my religion,

How could I not when my grades make my decisions?

After the last bell of the day rings, Every student is moving hastily seeing what the rest of the day brings. The turf now awaits my arrival, Practice or game depending on the day serves as my revival. Stress from school killed by my cleats gliding across the green, How nothing compares to being young and free!

After the school day is well over and I have collected my clutter, The sense of Gwynedd does not falter.

I sit on my phone talking to the people I was with all day One would think we would run out of things to say When the weekend rolls around, The same friends from school are whom I surround.

I dread the day when I will hear the final bell ring, And have to part from the girls I consider siblings. I know wonderful opportunities are ahead, But how I would much rather stay here instead. As they always say, The best things are the hardest to leave astray.

Trash hugs the boulevard, The dear street we were supposed to guard. The streets once filled with hope, We now walk on it like a tightrope.

Grass once home to petals, It has now been intruded by metals. Our air will soon be deprived, If we do not do what it takes to survive.

Our world will start to decay, If we do not take matters into our hands today. I want to be able to show my kids our beautiful globe, But right now, that seems like a slippery slope.

Garbage dances around in the rain, More than our shelter can sustain.

To the highest hill and lowest valley, We have the power to change the formalities.

Our Earth’s relationship status, Will be determined by our future habits. Humans cannot be so codependent, As we are Earth’s true defendants.

We have the power to change the future, To stop the forces of our planet abuser. At the end of the day, I ask the same question, When will we learn this valuable lesson? Charley Pascucci ‘25