Prosody 2015

ABOUT THE COVER: Our cover artist this year is James Robinson, Class of 2015. When asked to describe his image, James shared the following: "While drying apricots with the locals in a rural Himalayan village in Ladakh, India, I was struck by the form, color and rhythm of this traditional process. The splitting, pitting and arrangement of the apricots on weathered racks approached a rare seamlessness between the manmade and the natural. I was particularly interested the interaction between the colors and rhythms of the hand-woven mats and the various stages of the apricots, which I framed and flattened in the photograph in order to allow the abstract patterns to emerge.

Because the careful processing and arrangement of the apricots creates a unified composition in which each element is unique yet bonds to form a communal whole, I hope this image serves as a vibrant introduction to this year’s Prosody."

PROSODY 2015

pros· o· dy [pros-uh-dee] – noun 1. the science or system of poetic meters and versification.

2. the stress and intonation patterns of an utterance.

Origin: 1400–50; late Middle English. Latin prosdia, Greek prosidía.

PROSODY

Artists & Writers EDITING STAFF Brooke Avedisian Catherine Hensel Lower School Chorus Senior Kindergarten Junior Kindergarten Paula Fiegl Jesse Forrest Claudia Miller Eun Hae Lillig Gerald Leesch Livvy Whitmore Maya Valliath Ashley Cotter Ava Khan Firouz Niazi Zaina Vohra Rachel Cantor Soren Koh Sarah Lumberg Charlie MacVicar Elizabeth Goldish Owen Hiland Emily Lubin Sophie Green Quinn Devereux Allie Palmer Mason Cotter Malcolm Hansell

Andrew Case Catherine Hyman Richard Austin Molly Van Gorp Alex Scott Buckley Oelerich Tori Blair AJ Formolo Rachel Gordon Lucy Fogel Maurits Hondmann Dillon Forester Jack Pierre Claire Gupta Ben Goldberg Jola Adebiyi Henry Andrie Cutler Terlato Emily George Lucy Skinner Frannie Block Lily Klaskin Laura Marshall Niabelle Corneau Chloe Watrous Emma Flannery Bug Meiners Meg Aki

Jesse Forrest Avalon Felty Anna Rosak Lucy Valentine Peatey Natasha Powell Kai Reinhard Marshall Hyman Sage McCoy Chloe Jacobi Ariana Schuster Abby Ferdinand Isabella Carlino Alex Gold Liliana Green Zander Khan Eloise Richardson Sami Jaffe Charlie Loeb Nathan Smith Matthew Shelley Sebastian Culleton Hadley Ake Katie Glew Devlin Shultz Alex Pickering Carter Hughes Lexi Shultz

Safia Vohra | Co-Leader Lille Van der Zanden | Co-Leader Haniya Ghazi Zaina Vohra Emily George

FACULTY ADVISORS Ms. Puccia Ms. Hsieh

THANK YOU The editing staff would like to send a special message of gratitude to each North Shore teacher who channeled art and writing to us and helped proof our final layout.

Snow Senior Kindergarten

Snowmen, sparkly, slippery, shiny, snow angels, snow swords. Snow falls from the sky to the ground.

Now snow is covering and invading our school On the ground, we can have fun making snowmen.

Winter is snowy.

Brooke Avedisian | 7

Be a Star Zaina Vohra | 9

I am looking to be a star Preferably the brightest one Hoping to shine during the darkest moments Noticeable even from a distance Be a part of a constellation

Owen Hiland | 9

Sarah Lumberg | 10

Soy la vizcacha Soy peque帽a y d贸cil Como las plantas I am the viscacha I am small and docile I eat plants

Soren Koh | 4

Abby Ferdinand | SK

Ariana Schuster | SK

Mason Cotter | 2 Chloe Jacobi | SK

Sophie Green | 4

Catherine Hensel | 7

We Are The Hope Lower School Chorus & Jim Papoulis

We all have a dream deep in our hearts.

Let’s join together and light up the dark.

It all seems so simple to let it grow and let the hope reach out to you.

Standing for what we believe, living the hope in our hearts.

CHORUS: We are the hope, standing in front of you.

We are the hope, look in our eyes and believe ……… in a future, Learning to live in peace as one….. as one.

I am reaching out my hand so the dreams that you have promised me will grow.

CHORUS: We are the hope, standing in front of you.

We are the hope, look in our eyes and believe ……… in a future, Learning to live in peace as one.

Now is the time to show you what we can be, A world together that we all can see.

We all hold the future in our hands.

It’s time to reach up and take a stand.

Meg Aki | 8

Movement Lily Klaskin | 5 I open up my arms wide And move without a care The freedom of song and dance Brings hope to the open air Whenever I feel worried And want to clear my mind I dance and sing To music Of every happy kind.

Paula Fiegl | 8

Lexi Shultz | 1

Marshall Hyman | 3

Claudia Miller | 7

Tree Junior Kindergarten Class I live outside the JK window.

I like winter, but I miss my leaves.

A few brown leaves hang on me still.

I like summer best.

I wish I was a “beach” tree.

I like flowers growing around my roots.

The sun keeps me warm.

I miss summer.

I wish it was summer for all days.

Then my leaves can stay on forever.

I am cold without my leaves.

I shiver.

I’m really sad without my leaves.

In the fall, I like giving my leaves away.

Yellow and orange gifts.

In the winter, I wait for spring.

I wait for rain and sunshine.

I wait to grow.

I wait to get buds.

I have a family of trees around me.

Through the window I see children,

Happy children playing, drawing, building, snacking, painting, singing, learning, speaking Spanish.

In the summer there are no children.

But, in the fall, new children come and hug me.

Elizabeth Goldish | 10

The Chick and the Goose Senior Kindergarten Class

Once upon a time, there was a chick named Abby.

One day, Abby met a goose named Samuel, and they became friends. They ate hay for their snack.

But then, they got a tummy ache because they ate too much hay too fast. Just then, the farmer walked by and helped them by giving them some medicine. The chick and goose decided to go take a nap to feel even better. On the way, they saw Hen (Abby’s mom) who just had another baby chick.

The chick, whose feathers were still wet, was named Chicky. Then the goose decided he wanted to swim in the pond, but the chicks did not want to go because they were afraid. So, the goose carried the chicks and hen on top of his wings so they wouldn’t get wet. What a lovely day they had.

Eun Hae Lillig | 6

I was young when Christmas was at our house for the whole family.

We gathered around the bright, shining, sweet smelling tree to hear the tearing of wrapping paper and the squeals of delight from the new toys.

When all of the children had finished with their gifts, and were happily playing, it came time for my grandfather to open my gift to him. When he carefully unwrapped the hastily done paper, he laughed in his sweet, soft voice. He loved this chocolate, even though I gave it to him every year.

He had given me a brand new doll ornament, with a bright green trimmed red dress and blonde hair, which found a spot on the tree. I gave him a hug, and I felt his soft, cotton sweater, and his strong body.

It would take me a few years to notice that his strength was going like the passing of a breeze.

I remember that he would always give me a piece, and I would gulp down the sweet, creamy chocolate, while he would slowly take little bites of it. I didn’t understand why until the flag came that one day after the ceremony

Tori Blair | 8

Of Innocence Firouz Niazi | 10

Why must the children be weeping?

And why have you taken so many away?

Why are the children not dreaming?

Parents who have lost all their being As the graves are set to forever lay Why must the children be weeping?

Why are the children not dreaming?

Because they have lost all their feeling, In the place where they have their school day.

Why must the children be weeping?

Some of the children are forever sleeping, While others are thinking in replay Why are the children not dreaming?

How can I understand without screaming That cruelty would take them away from their play Why must the children be weeping?

How can we live without shrieking The innocents are unable to say Why are the children not dreaming?

Livvy Whitmore | 8

Nathan Smith | 1 Red looks like red skittles.

Red sounds like cardinals chirping.

Red smells like red apples.

Red tastes like strawberries.

Red feels like blankets.

Maya Valliath | 8 Alex Gold | 10

Alex Pickering | JK

Devlin Shultz | JK Bug Meiners | 5

Sueño un Mundo Allie Palmer | 12

I Dream a World Allie Palmer | 12

Sueño un mundo donde haya amor y luz, donde el odio se sustituya por el amor y la oscuridad por la luz.

I dream a world where there is love and light, where hatred is replaced by love and darkness with light.

Sueño un mundo donde no haya guerra de religiones, sino que la religión nos una.

I dream a world where there are no religious wars, but, where religion unites us.

Sueño un mundo donde hombres y mujeres, tanto negros como blancos, sean tratados por igual.

Donde el respeto sea el último grito de la moda.

I dream a world where men and women, both black and white, are treated equally.

Where respect is the new black.

Sueño un mundo del que nuestros padres fundadores estarían orgullosos.

Donde la "tierra de la libertad" abra sus brazos de nuevo.

I dream a world where our founding fathers would be proud.

Where the "land of the free" opens its arms again.

Sueño un mundo donde mis hijos y mis nietos puedan vivir en la felicidad.

Donde el amor triunfe sobre el odio.

Donde la paz triunfe sobre la violencia.

I dream a world where my children and grandchildren can live in happiness.

Where love triumphs over hate.

Where peace triumphs over violence.

Donde la luz sea mejor que la oscuridad.

Donde yo sea feliz y donde tú también seas feliz.

Where light is more important than darkness.

Where I am happy and you are too.

Carter Hughes | JK Eloise Richardson | 7

Remember Richard Austin | 9

Remember how the moon was a memory Far away, but always faintly seen Remember how you forgot Forgot to forget But you choose that forgetting should be forgotten Remember how you were confused But now confused at how you could ever be confused Remember how you forgot to remember But isn't forgetting just remembering on the other side of the wall Isn't remembering just forgetting Forgetting to forget

Catherine Hyman | 7

From the Brooklyn Bridge Rachel Cantor | 11

From the Brooklyn Bridge, I saw my home, covered in sparkling lights like my great-grandpa Max’s chandelier, drenched in dreams listening to family jazz music Sounds of Sinatra, Armstrong, BublÊ weaving in and out of apartment buildings and heard from street corners clothed in hats and gloves, protecting urban explorers from unbearable temperatures that freeze their fingertips, which are covered in fresh liquid ink from an exploding blue pen that runs down a moleskin journal and drips into the Manhattan snow

that glazes Fifth Avenue sidewalks, who wears the shoes of locals and tourists and sports the scuff marks of Louboutins and dirt from subway stations that attach to squishy Nike sneakers that mom bought you at the Nike store on Fifth for your birthday and already look dirty who come from near and far to visit the city.

My City.

Claire Gupta | 11

Molly Van Gorp | 8

Alex Scott | 2

Jesse Forrest | 2

Malcolm Hansell | 8

Emily Lubin | 10

Quinn Devereux | 2

A found poem using language from Their Eyes Were Watching God by Zora Neale Hurston

The dead day was creeping, before the sun gave light (154) Finish, End Nevermore (88) Darkness, Deep hole (88) Dissolution (88) Eternity (88) Weeping and wailing (88) Dreams mocked to death by Time. (1) That night he came in beaming with light, (172) [She] looked down on him and felt a self-crushing love. (128) He could be a bee to a blossom (106)—she found herself glowing inside (96) her soul crawled out from its hiding place. (128) No need for Janie to wait any longer (116) she got up and opened the window,

let Tea Cake leap forth and mount to the sky on a wind.

She followed.

That was the beginning of things (107) [s]he saw that the wind and water had given life to lots of things that folks think of as dead, and given death to so much that had been living things(160) Tea Cake, the son of Evening Sun, had to die for loving her" (178) For others they sail forever on the horizon (1)— buried too long (170) but, [she has] been [to the] horizon and back and now (191) She pulled in her horizon like a great fish-net, so much of life in its meshes!

She called in her soul to come and see. (193)

AJ Formolo, Rachel Gordon, Lucy Fogel Maurits Hondmann, Dillon Forester | 11

Cutler Terlato | 5 Sage McCoy | 1

Charlie Loeb | 6

¡Clac-a-clac-a-clac!

Yo soy una calaca blanca y negra. ¡Clac-a-clac-a-clac!

Yo juego en la tumba. Yo corro en el cementerio. ¡Clac-a-clac-a-clac!

Yo soy una calaca feliz y larga. ¡Clac-a-clac-a-clac!

I am a white and black skeleton. ¡Clac-a-clac-a-clac!

I play in the tomb. I run in the cemetery. ¡Clac-a-clac-a-clac!

I am a happy and long skeleton.

Blue looks like a river.

Blue sounds like waves.

Blue smells like blue flowers.

Henry Andrie | 3

Blue tastes like a blueberry.

Blue feels like my blue t-shirt.

Sebastian Culleton | 1

Wild Horses Laura Marshall | 5

Racing through endless Fields of grass Below the cloudless skies.

The sun beating down Doesn't hurt them Only shines into their eyes.

They run like in a race against the sun To meet the rising starsThought there won't be stars For an hour or so.

So why run so fast?

Why run so far?

Isabella Carlino | 5

Seahorse Cinquain Lucy Skinner | 2 Seahorse Spiny, Metallic Bucking, Clutching, Changing Quiet Creatures of the Deep Fish

Emily George | 10 Charlie MacVicar | 11

Anna Roszak | 8

Gerald Leesch | 7

Oso andino Vivo el los Andes Soy lindo, soy peludo Inteligente Andean Bear I live in the Andes I'm cute, I'm furry Intelligent

Chloe Watrous | 4

Hadley Ake | 4

Sydney Kalainov | 4

Jack Pierre | 10

Katie Glew | 10

Big ears and wavy, white, hair The yapping of the long haired chihuahua The smell of tall, fresh, grass Rough skin The taste of salty ocean air Colorful explosions filled the sky Laughter and joy The aroma of red, white, and blue candles Water splashing in my face Burnt hot dogs on the grill

Chicago inspired by "My People" by Langston Hughes Zander Khan | 5 The skies are high and beautiful

Kai Reinhard | 8

just like we are in Chicago The buildings are high and beautiful Just like I am in Chicago Beautiful and high, also, the waves of the lake beautiful, also, you and I

Ava Khan | 7

Frannie Block | 10

Ashley Cotter | 7

Another Chance Emma Flannery | 10

Who is this broken face?

Longing for a change of pace Hoping for a second race One more chance, one more chance

Who wants just one more chance?

To run, to leap, to sing and dance To leave the past without a glance Maybe this time I can

Who owns these drowning eyes?

Haunted by a bed of lies It is herself whom she does despise One more chance, one more chance Who wishes to turn back the clock?

To fly away with the October flock To not be pushed around and mocked Once more chance, one more chance Who wishes for life to be right?

To hold her own, and fight the good fight Alas she’s steps back in each morning light One more chance, Is there one more chance?

Natasha Powell | 11

My Everything Lucy Valentine Peatey | 8

Her long and soft like a fluffy towel Her strawberry scent filled my nose as I open the big double doors It was like walking into a meadow of of flowers In between the chaos of bustling students I saw her pearly white smile beaming like the sun on a rainy day We run to each other and catch over selves in an embrace She squeezes me like she will never let go She is warm nice like a huge teddy bear.

We eventually let go and she lets out a famous “good morning!”

As she beams her contagious smile She is spiteful and and full of energy Like she has been up for hours We then look around at everyone slowly walking and grumbling like a herd of zombies She is my best friend, my sister, my other half She is my everything

Ode To My Brother Andrew Case | 12

As kids, we lived together, Fighting, crying, but always helping.

We did not always show the love, But our well of love was full And, in fact endless.

We supported each other in our dreams and plans, and some secrets too.

All the memories we share, Is what bonds me now to you.

We grew to find we have a love, that is very strong today.

It’s a love shared, Never to fade away.

Komodo Dragon Cinquain Jesse Forrest | 2 Komodo Dragon Venomous, Deadly Feasting, Poisoning, Fighting Fierce Predator of Indonesia Monitor Lizard

Ben Goldberg | 10 Buckley Oelerich | 4

Sami Jaffe | 8

Jola Adebiyi | 3

If I Were A Dinosaur Matthew Shelley | 1 If I were a dinosaur, a Shelleysaurus I’d be.

I’d have armor and spikes, and big flat teeth.

I would have a clubbed tail and I’d be a plant eater.

But since I’m not a dinosaur, I’m happy to be me!

Liliana Green | 5

Avalon Felty | 1