Bishop Canevin High School Spring 2024 Oracle

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Spring 2024 Bishop Canevin High School

Letter From Editor HELLO AND WELCOME TO THE 2024 EDITION OF THE BISHOP CANEVIN HIGH SCHOOL SPRING ORACLE. THE ORACLE IS OUR LITERARY MAGAZINE THAT SHOWCASES THE MANY TALENTS OF STUDENTS, WRITERS, AND ARTISTS. EACH SCHOOL YEAR, THE ORACLE PUBLISHES TWO VOLUMES OF POETRY, PHOTOGRAPHY, ART, AND SHORT STORIES FROM THE STUDENTS OF THE BISHOP CANEVIN COMMUNITY. ONE IN THE FALL AND ONE IN THE SPRING. I WANT TO EXPRESS MY FULL APPRECIATION TO MRS. CHARLOTTE SMITH FOR HER DEDICATION TO HER STUDENTS. ESPECIALLY HER INSPIRATION, WARMTH, AND WONDERFUL TEACHING ALL THROUGHOUT MY HIGH SCHOOL CAREER. MRS. SMITH CONTINUALLY MOTIVATES HER STUDENTS TO STRIVE FOR THEIR BEST, AND WE ARE TRULY GRATEFUL FOR ALL THAT SHE DOES. THE ORACLE SERVES AS A PLATFORM TO DISCOVER EMERGING ARTISTS AND CREATIVITY WITHIN OUR SCHOOL COMMUNITY. EDITING THE ORACLE WAS SUCH A THRILLING EXPERIENCE, WITH THE ABUNDANCE OF SKILL AND CREATIVITY DISPLAYED BY OUR TALENTED STUDENTS. I WILL BE PASSING THIS ON TO THE NEW EDITOR, BELLA CARLINI. I WISH YOU ALL THE BEST! THANK YOU BISHOP CANEVIN.

Contributors ABBY GERCHOW ‘24 AIDAN GUZEL ‘26 ALAINA BARLOCK ‘24 AMARI ELLIOTT ‘26 ANGEL SUMMERS ‘25 ASHLEY BOEHM ‘24 AVA WASHINGTON ‘27 AVA MERCURIO-BRENNAN ‘24 AZJAUN MARSHALL ‘24 BELLA MALLOY ‘24 BELLA SYSAK ‘24 BEN ONDREJKO ‘24 CALI EVANS ‘26 CAMERON LOKAITIS ‘24 CASEY MARSTON ‘27 CHLOE ROVNAK ‘25 CHLOE WAXTER ‘26 COLE EVANS ‘24 COOPER ANSELM ‘26 DON VARLEY ‘24 DYAMOND HORNE ‘25 ELLA WHALEN ‘24 EMILY PETERS ‘24 EVE KASCAK ‘24 EVIE MARSHALL ‘25 FIONN HITES ‘26 GIANNA MATTHEWS ‘27 GIANNA VARLEY ‘26 GRACIE RAUTERKUS ‘24 HAYDEN WIGLE ‘24 IAN SWANSON ‘24 ISABELLA LANE ‘25 JADE BAILEY ‘24 JAIDEN SMITH ‘27 JAYDA DIXON ‘26 JOEY HURLEY ‘24 JONATHAN BERNOTAS ‘24 JULIAN JALKH ‘24 JULIANNA DANIELE ‘27 JULIANNA UMALIN ‘24

KATIE PICKUR ‘24 KYA COOLEY ‘27 LARON LIVSEY ‘26 LEONARD AIKEN ‘24 LEXIE GUZEL ‘24 LIA PILARSKI ‘27 LINDSEY CABLE ‘26 LOGAN PANZA ‘24 LUCIA MADORE ‘27 LUKE VERDUN ‘26 MADELINE DILLON ‘24 MARIA CICCHINO ‘24 MARLI HORNACK ‘27 MARQUIS CARTER ‘24 MASLEN ANSELM ‘24 MASON GLOVER ‘25 MATTHEW ZIEGLER ‘26 MYRA GOHRING ‘24 OLIVIA MAIDA ‘27 OLIVIA MERCURIO-BRENNAN ‘27 OWEN HUET ‘24 QUENTIN WHITE ‘24 RILEY LECKER ‘25 ROWAN CREELY ‘26 RYAN SAGINAW ‘24 SARAH WELLINGTON ‘26 SEAN KELSCH ‘24 STEPHAN KOZLOWSKI ‘24 SYDNEY MORNINGSTAR ‘24 TOMMY FOSTER ‘24 VIOLET CHABALA ‘24 VYLA TOMACHESKY ‘26 ZACH BITTNER ‘24 ZEKE SWIFT ‘24 ZHONGHAI LI ‘26

Julianna Daniele

What happens to a presence deferred?

When I drift off Where do I go?

Am I sitting up high Or down by the snow?

Do I shift in my sleep Or lay like a rock In the middle of a creek?

Maybe it is peaceful, A controlled stream Or does it explode?

Emily Peters What happens to a cloud deferred?

Does it drift away Like whispers in the wing?

Or does it rumble and crash Like thunders might?

Does it bring forth a cleansing shower Or does it dissipate Like a fleeting sight?

Maybe it gathers and grows Like a storm about to explode Or does it simply go BOOM!

Ava Mercurio-Brennan What Happens to frustration deferred? does it slowly build like a coming explosion? or does it throw you shooting into the sky like a rocket? does it loom like an Impending Doom? or does it exhaust like a hard days work? maybe it thunders like a coming storm or does it destroy?

Jonathan Bernotas

What happens to hope deferred?

Does it crack open Like glass broken by a hammer?

Or suddenly become quiet Like a room in a loud clamor?

Does it swell and burst Like the eyes of someone who's hurt?

Maybe it just disappears Like a rabbit in a hat Or does it just fall flat?

Katie Pickur What happens to a soul deferred?

Does it shatter like glass On a concrete floor?

Or burst like a thundercloud And let out a roar?

Does it ignite like wood Or flash before your eyes Like childhood?

Maybe it just fades Like an unheard cry Or does it fly?

Ella Whalen What happens to a song deferred?

Does it get locked up in the chambers of your mind only to be released at your whim?

Or just disappear back into the wind— Never to be heard again?

Does it just go into a void?

Or fall back into your thoughts— becoming once more just a singular point?

Maybe it's not in your mind but just another part of your playlist.

Or does it become part of your heart?

Julian JAlkh

13 Ways to Look at Love Maria Cicchino I Among every city, And inside every little thing, Was love.

II Love whispers softly in people's mind, And in fleeting glances, Hearts forever intertwine.

III Love is like a symphony, Where each note resonates perfectly, And a man and woman are one.

IV New adventures and discoveries arise As love connects two hearts, And they step together and perfectly align.

VII The sunrise paints the sky The same way love paints people’s lives With hues of hope and romantic promise.

VIII Love is a leap of faith.

It can cause great fear, But the promise of what lies ahead is what we hold dear.

IX In every triumph, And every defeat, Love's enduring presence is always sweet.

X Love is loud Even in the silence.

It whispers soft and low, with an ever present glow.

XI Love is universal.

Like a language That everybody understands.

V A bright burning flame sparks.

Burning bright with passion And warmth.

XII The roller coaster of love, With its exhilarating highs and lows, only makes the thrill all the more worthwhile.

VI God's greatest treasure, Both priceless, And valuable.

XIII In every moment, Big or small, Love will always linger, Standing tall.

What happens to time deferred?

Does it waste away like the garbage in a dump?

Or is it forgotten— and grows to feel numb?

Is it given to someone else?

Or taken away from us— while it seems to melt?

Maybe it's just gone and we feel attacked.

Or could we get it back?

Sean Kelsch

What happens to nature deferred?

Does it flutter away like leaves in the breeze?

Or wilt like a wound-bleeding with unease?

Does it shine like morning dew?

Or fade into the evening blue- like a fleeting view?

Maybe it dances like whispers in the wind. or does it vanish.

Ashley Boehm What happens to hatred deferred? Does it evaporate like dew in the morning light?

Or gather strength like a storm in the night?

Does it crumble and fade like an old worn page?

Or echo in hearts like an endless rage.

Maybe it sleeps like a dormant fire or does it tire?

Ryan Saginaw

What happens to a truth deferred?

Does it spread like a fire in brush?

Or feel like a cup- and then rush?

Does it grow like a flower?

Or turn on like power?

Maybe it is shared like a resolution.

Or does it become an illusion?

Abby Gerchow What happens to hope deferred?

Does it wither away like a flower forgotten?

Or hide like a secret and then soften?

Does it fade away like a distant song?

Or echo and linger like a memory strong?

Maybe it just fades like a sunset glow or does it grow and grow?

Cole Evans

What happens to hatred deferred? Is it like a sore that won’t heal?

And then it spills out its anger, making hearts forever feel?

So watch out for the hate you send away it might return stronger one day.

Put off, but not gone, it’s still near a ghost of bad feelings, fueled by fear.

Zach Bittner

What happened to love deferred does it disappear like a thought from a brain?

Or simmer like a pot on a stove?

Does it hurt like a knife? or freeze over like ice, solid as can be?

Maybe it just remains weighing on the heart. or maybe it erupts?

Ben Ondrejko What happens to a love deferred?

Does it make you sleep soundly Like a baby so polite Or does it wake you up In the middle of the night?

Does it fly in the sky like a balloon so high?

Or does it make you weep and cry Like a last goodbye Maybe it just wasn’t enough Like an empty stomach Or was it meant to be?

Julianna Umalin What happens to a voice unheard?

Does it linger like the aroma of freshly picked jasmine?

Or fade like beautiful dreams that could never happen?

Does it blight like withered leaves?

Or camouflage like an owl in the dark night?

Maybe it blends in just like fresh paint Or maybe it’s just constant restraint

Alaina Barlock

What happens to an opportunity deferred?

Does it come too soon?

Like the end of a good night sleep.

Or is it just out of reach like a dream that is about to come true.

Does it fall farther and farther from the surface?

Like a last chance that just slips away. Maybe it never cease to occur like a fantasy straight from a book.

Or is yet to come?

Dom Varley What happens to thoughts deferred?

Do they wait to be forgotten like an imaginary friend?

Or take over your mind like a headache that never ends?

Do they stay and never leave?

Or get lost ---in a deep dark sea?

Maybe they just leave once they have been there too long.

Or do they remain until the mind is gone?

Madeline Dillon

What happens to love deferred?

Does it sit in your chest And wait to be replaced Or feel so dirty Until you see it on your face Maybe you will drown In thoughts of “what if” As it sits on your clouded head like a sharp crown Maybe it gets lost Like a star in the sky But it is never wasted

Sydney Morningstar

Julianna Umalin

In my love, a beacon bright, A guiding star in darkest night.

It shines for all, both far and near, With warmth and kindness, crystal clear.

A love that spreads, like gentle rain, Bringing joy and easing pain.

For others my heart's love does gleam, A radiant light, a cherished dream.

Angel Summers

God's love shines upon us It shines like the sun on our face Early in the morning It takes over our body Like the warm embrace of a loved one He guides us through life Like the mighty ocean's wave guiding the sand His love moves in secret filling our lives with joy and love for all eternity

Riley Lecker

Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Daffodil Sydney Morningstar I Looking out my window, The only color to be seen Was that of a daffodil.

II The winter was breaking.

It was broken by a daffodil.

III The daffodil swayed in the breeze.

Only a glimmer in the woman’s eye.

IV A man and a woman are In union.

A man and a woman and a daffodil Are in union.

V I do not know which to prefer, The beauty of inflections Or the beauty of innuendos, The symbol of a fresh daffodil Or after.

VI Icicles melting on my window With crystal glass.

The shadow of the daffodil Danced to and fro.

The emotion somehow Followed the shadow.

VII O sweet people, Why do you dream of change?

Do you not see how the daffodil Grows forth from the very ground Of the once frozen soil beneath you?

VIII I know dreams And hasty, incessant, wishes; But I know, too, That the daffodil is involved In what I know.

IX When the daffodil grew forth from the soil, It marked the beginning Of one of many springs.

X At the sight of the fresh daffodil Peeking from its brown blanket Even the heavy darkness Would slowly dissipate.

XI They walked with the frozen river In a quiet cluster.

Once, in a quick, uplifting interval They mistook the shadow of their feet For daffodils.

XII The sunlight is welcoming.

The daffodil must be growing.

XIII It was daybreak as the sun was rising.

Snow was melting And it was going to get warmer.

The daffodil waited As it prepared to emerge.

What happens to faith deferred?

Does it dry up like a fruit betrayed?

Or sit still like a story untold, Becoming a burden too heavy to hold?

Does it fester, like a wound concealed?

Or transform into a future revealed?

Maybe it just hangs, a weight on the soul, Or unleashes, creating tales to enroll.

Or maybe it booms, leaving a hole.

What happens to anger deferred?

Does it turn red like a clowns nose?

Does it explode like a firework on the 4th of July?

Or maybe it buries itself like a white lie?

Or does it burst into flames?

Eve Kascak

Mason Glover What happens to a story deferred?

Does it wither away Like a leaf in the fall?

Or age like an old bookSitting untouched in a library hall?

Does it become forgotten?

Or does the ink disappearLike a dream with only remnants left behind?

Maybe it just patiently waits Like a hushed voice.

Or does it make some noise?

Maria Cicchino

Luke Verdun

A once connected community of people reside Across the colonies far and wide The loyalist and patriot rivalry lives on And it felt like swords soon would be drawn Loyalists supported the British side Building up the kings’ great pride A brave man came up with a solution And 56 delegates signed the execution Thomas Jefferson was his name From him the Declaration of Independence came Declaring Patriot freedom from Great Britain’s reign After this their independence they would gain Calling out all the king's grievances Ending the patriot colonies’ allegiances The preamble stated we all have certain rights And holding these truths we all could unite The system of government they hoped to improve And destructive, corrupt governments they hoped to remove Their devotion and loyalty no one could dismiss As they attempted life, liberty and pursuit of happiness

Bella Sysak

Thirteen ways of looking at creation Dom Varley I In seven days God made Everything in sight He had a divine plan And first said “Let there be light” II He said the light was good And He wanted it to stay So he filled the heavens with it And this he called the day III He separated light and darkness It was truly a great sight At the end of the first day He called the darkness the night IV He needed a place to put The day and night up high So He raised them from the earth And this He called the sky V Below the sky above Was water that only He Could make a brilliant blue And this He called the sea VI The surface beneath the sea Was raised up by His hand He separated wet and dry And the dry He called the land

VII The land He allowed to flourish With plants so good to thee These plants filled the land Every flower and tree VIII Then He placed something in the sky His work was not close to done This thing ruled the day And he called it the sun IX But something must rule the night That could be seen from near and far Shining objects in the sky He called the moon and stars X Then he filled the depths of the waters Living things who could only be Made by him alone All creatures of the sea XI He filled the earth with lots Of tiny creatures from trees to sand And all of these he called Insects to live on the land XII Then larger creatures He made On the insects they would feast Animals of every kind From tame to wild beast XIII One last creature He had made In his image and if I recall These creatures he called humans And God loved them most of all

Thirteen Ways of Seeing a Sunflower Mason Glover Among the golden petals, A sunflower stands alone, Its face turned toward the sky, A beacon of warmth.

In the field of waving grass, The sunflower sways gently, Casting shadows in the breeze, A dance of light and dark.

In the artist's careful strokes, The sunflower blooms on canvas, Capturing nature's brilliance, A masterpiece.

In the farmer's weathered hands, The sunflower seeds find purpose, Nourishing soil and soul, A cycle.

On the windowsill at dawn, The sunflower greets the sun, Warming hearts with its presence, A symbol of hope.

In the bustling city square, The sunflower stands tall, Amidst concrete and steel, A reminder of nature's resilience.

In the child's innocent gaze, The sunflower sparks wonder, A marvel of creation, A seed of curiosity.

In the poet's wandering mind, The sunflower whispers secrets, Inspiring verses of beauty, A muse for the soul.

In the silent midnight hour, The sunflower dreams in darkness, Unfolding mysteries of night, A silent beacon.

In the autumn's fading light, The sunflower bows its head, Embracing change with grace, A farewell to summer's last.

In the winter's icy grip, The sunflower sleeps beneath snow, A promise of resurrection, A cycle unbroken.

In the garden of memory, The sunflower blooms eternal, A symbol of love and loss, A testament to time.

In the endless expanse of sky, The sunflower reaches for the sun, A beacon of hope and light, A reminder to keep looking up.

My cat has been acting weird lately as I think he's learned how to fly.

But still he seems to be mighty scared of the sky.

As days went on, he grew some wings.

But yet he flies like he's held by strings.

One day he will fly just fine but for now he's way too shy.

Row, row, row your boat Gently down the lake If you hear a hissing sound It's probably just a snake.

Gianna Varley

Chloe Waxter Mary had a little lamb Its fleece was black as night And everywhere that Mary went The lamb would cause a fright.

LaRon Livsey

Hey diddle diddle, the cat and the fiddle The cow leapt with glee and joy.

The little dog cried to see the cow go And the dish yelled, "Attaboy!"

Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall Humpty Dumpty was very small.

All the places to travel and things to do Couldn't be done unless he grew.

Cooper Anselm

Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall. Humpty Dumpty had a close call. All the king's horses and all the king's men Had to install guard rails so he wouldn't slip again. There was a straightened man and he walked a straightened block. He found a straightened dollar upon a straightened dock. He bought a straightened bird which caught a straightened bee And they all lived together in a little straightened tree.

Matthew Ziegler

Quentin White

Hey Diddle diddle, the cat and the fiddle, The cow could not reach the moon. The little dog laughed and started to snort When the cow suddenly came down and went boom.

Fionn Hites

Baa baa black sheep Are you cold?

No sir, I am not.

I've got wool.

Zhonghan Li

Baa baa black sheep Have you any cash?

No sir, no sir, Merely trash.

One bag from Master's, One from the king's And one from the couple there With gold wedding rings Humpty Dumpty sat on the ground.

Humpty Dumpty laughed out a sound.

All the mean bullies and all who would sigh Could never break Humpty's happiness high.

Luke Verdun

"God’s Love" How does my love shine for others?

Like a sun, it warms and covers.

With kindness and compassion, is my aim, To bring joy and light, and ease others' pain.

God's love shines upon us, a guiding light, I'll share my love, making the world shine bright.

Cam Lokaitis God's love shines over the Earth like the Sun. He brings light to us in the darkness.

He rises above all, and powers through the sky.

God is the first one we see when we're born.

And also when we die.

When the moon takes over at night and gets rid of the sun.

God always returns because he is the one.

God shines everywhere on you and me because he is the most highest. Do you agree?

Leonard Aiken

"His bright Love Where God's love shines, oh so bright.

In the darkest night, He's our guiding light, His grace, His might, it's such a sight.

His love, a beacon, in the stormy fright, In our hearts, He ignites a light.

With His love, our souls take flight, In His light, we find our might.

Logan Panza

How does my love shine for others?

My love may not be a lot But to someone it can fill their whole heart My love can shine like a work of art To those who don't have love to start Love can be shown in many different ways It could be a phrase, or praise or even sun rays But my love will shine through Because that's how much I love you

Violet Chabala

Julianna Daniele

Love shining for ones My love shines so bright for others Like for my sisters, lovers & brothers Someone once told me I'm very caring And that I'm very sharing I don't like to brag but what can I say I genuinely love feeling making people feel Important My love shines for the ones That I love and Cherish

Jade Bailey

Azjaun Marshall

In the depths of my heart, love does reside, A feeling so pure, it cannot hide.

With every beat, it grows so strong, A melody of love, like a heartfelt song.

In your eyes, I find a world so true, Together we embrace our love anew.

Through highs and lows, we'll always be, Forever entwined, you and me.

Marquis Carter

"Love Luminescence" In the hearts of others, my love does shine.

Like a radiant sun, it's truly divine.

With kindness and compassion, I spread Its light, Bringing warmth and joy, both day and night.

Through gentle words and acts, I show, I care, A beacon of love, for all to share.

May my love touch lives, like a star above, Forever shining brightly, with boundless love.

Amari Elliott

Jonathan Bernotas

What Is Love Love shines like the moon Love blossoms like a flower Love comes in all shapes Love is the most beautiful part of life When you see people without love You see sorrow

Isabella Lane

God's Love And Kindness As the sun shines so bright, You feel God's love close and tight.

His love shines, like the morning sun, Warming every heart, not forgetting one.

Golden beams bring soothing grace, Healing every hurt in an embrace.

Cali Evans

Gianna Matthews

Jaiden Smith

Olivia Brennan

Lia Pilarski

Love.

Some people think of a person, Some people think of a place Some people think that they have not yet come across a space In which they embrace Love Young, old, and far in between It conquers without falter, and breaks not a seam Of the tightly knit blanket that suffocates and warms us all into oblivion Love.

Ever since the beginning there was the sun And in the sunshine, the life of the world thrived The sun rises every day, never missing one In the sun's gentle rays the world survived Always helping to create and sustain life This sun and it's rays, are the Son of God and his love The one who took us, the church as his wife The Holy one who loves all from above

Evie Marshall

Maslen Anselm

Chloe Rovnak

Dyamond Horne

Quentin White

Kya Cooley

Officer's Sonnet In uniforms of blue, with duty's call, The guardians of peace, who stand so tall.

With courage in their hearts, they face the fight, To keep our streets safe, and uphold what's right.

Through city lights or shadows dark and deep, These officers serve at night as we sleep.

A solemn oath to serve, protect, and guide, In justice's name, where duty will abide.

Yet, let us not forget the human face, Behind the badge, emotions arise.

For in their hearts, community servants, To protect our lives, an officer's job.

In every station, a brave duty calls, A sonnet for the brave who stand up strong.

Ian Swanson

Lament of the Giant's Wife I have been betrayed by the kindness of this Englishman Showed him courtesy and tenderness when I took him in In return, he stole the hen that lays the golden eggs My husband asleep, resting his legs Adding insult to injury, the boy returned with a plan Stealing the golden harp that soothes any man My husband was alerted when the harp yelled out "Master!" it screamed and squealed all the way down the beanstalk faster and faster My husband went down the beanstalk after the Englishman All I heard from the human was "Get the axe" to his kinsmen In a moment the beanstalk went down with my husband clinging He fell and got crushed by it and that was the end of my singing Now I live alone, alone as a lonely widow Never again to trust a poor kiddo

Stephan Kozlowski

Marli Hornack

“There was an Old Woman who Lived in a Shoe” Madeline Dillon

Now looks brand new.

There is an old woman who lives in a shoe.

She stands so proud, She has so many children, In the pitch black night.

She doesn't know what to do.

The only thing shining, She gives them some broth Was her shoe so bright.

Without any bread, The old woman goes back into her shoe.

And whips them all soundly, She heads to bed, And puts them to bed. honk-shoo honk-shoo.

There is an old woman who lives in a shoe.

Little does she know, When her children are asleep, A visitor appears.

She doesn't know what to do.

He has walked barefoot, She opens the door, For years and years.

And steps outside.

A giant, you see, She looks at her house, And cries and cries.

Is taken by surprise.

Her house is so dirty, "A new shoe!" he says, Who could live in such a place?

"And it's just my size!"

Whoever lives here, The giant puts the shoe on, must be a disgrace.

And he walks away.

She rushes inside But still in the shoe, And goes towards the closet.

Do the old woman and her children lay.

She grabs a mop, There was an old woman who lived in a And fills a bucket with water from her shoe. faucet.

She had so many children, She cleans the house, She didn't know what to do.

Which was long overdue.

She doesn't need to have broth Her once shabby house, Or put her children to bed.

Because she and her children, Are now crushed and dead.

A Day in the Life Of a Pair Of Shoes In the morning of the day I rest on the floor, waiting for the human to put me on their feet and tie me up. Every day is a hard day at work because I work as long as I'm on the human's feet. / walk from the house to the bus stop to school, everywhere in school, and then I walk back to the bus and walk home. Home is the only place where I can rest. The feet make me stink, so I need to rest to smell less.

I'm just a work shoe, so the human doesn't wear me to play basketball or football. He has other shoes for those activities. My one day the human walked me over a piece of gum, the gum got stuck on me and the human tried to get it off. It was stuck there for good, and I was getting old, so the human threw me in the trash, my wrinkles and creases got bigger as I stayed there until another human found me. They took me to their home, and cleaned me up, even the gum that had been stuck for so long. The next week the new human wore me to their work and thought that my sole was so comfortable, so he never took me off until he died. I was his favorite pair of shoes, and they even buried me with him as we both rotted away for until we became dirt and dust.

Zeke Swift

Lucia Olivia Madore Maida

Ava Washington Casey Marston

Casey Marston

Lia Pilarski

Michigan Motor City Mo Town The Mitten State Cherry Capital of the World Wolverine State Murders, drugs, theft, shootings, violence Smokestacks define the skyline Smoke choked skies, brown water Crime is decreasing Zooming into the future like a fire red Mustang Efforts to become more environmentally friendly Peninsula Lively Historic Natural Unique Motor City Mo Town The Mitten State Wolverine State

Rowan Creely

"PITTSBURGH" The Burgh The city of bridges The Bruhg Yinzer city The 412 This place called Pittsburgh, city of steel and dreams Where bridges are gold and rivers rule.

From the Point to the Strip so much to explore A vibrant city that I call home.

Bur In the "Brung" sports fans come together Cheering for the black and gold with all their might.

From the Steelers to the Penguins and the Buccos Bringing excitement to fans, old to young people.

From the inclines to the view on top of Mount Washington, A breathtaking sight that never fails to impress..

The skyline shines with a nice glow on the buildings all over, A city that continues to grow there city of champions. their Pittsburgh is a city so grand With its rich history and charm it'll always stand.

A place where memories are made and happy people supporting the team around. In the heart of Pittsburgh, a city worth gold.

Aidan Guzel

The Three Little Pigs Three houses there lived in the fields Three little pigs, safe in their houses like shields Each house with different material They're all nextdoor neighbors, built serial The two carefree pigs, had houses straw and sticks While the wisest is hardworking, house made of bricks The carefree two heckle the hardworker's endeavor The two seem to have no work ethic whatsoever While the two play their tune and dance like there's no tomorrow, Little do they know that their safety would become sorrow One innocent day later, a wolf sees the straw-house pig, unbothered, unshaken The wolf isn't here for games, favors, or fun, just a little bacon The wolf chases the pig, hungering his sweet scent of ham The pig runs to his straw house, ran in and slam The wolf says, "Open this door and let me in!"

The pig replies, "Not by the hair of my chinny-chin chin!"

The wolf then says, "Then I'll huff and I'll puff, and I'll blow your house down!" The wolf inhales deeply, blows his gust, and leaves only the pig clown The straw pig runs to his neighbor, the stick-house pig, to find a place to reside The wolf chases after his tracks, knowing there is no place to hide The stick-house pig sees the straw pig, sweaty and frightened The straw pig explains the sitch, both pigs senses now heightened The wolf goes to the stick-house and says, "Open this door and let me in!" Then both pigs reply, in unison, "Not by the hair of our chinnychin chins!"

The wolf says, "Then I'll huff and I'll puff, and I'll blow your house down!"

The stick-house collapses, leaving only two pigs less than sound The two pigs panic, then run all the way near the brick-house pig's place The wolf slowly falls behind, trying to catch its breath while he picks up his pace The brick-house pig decides to finish working for the day, tired as he may seem He goes back inside, goes to bed, and dreams nothing but a dream The two other pigs run to the fence made of brick They needed to hop the fence, quicker than quick The two little pigs knock hard on the door, more desperate than a creep While the brick-house pig snores in his deepest of sleep The pigs squeal for help, oinking for their lives This is their last hope, the last of the hives The brick-house pig perks his eyes and ears, Looks outside his house, sees the pigs crying with tears The brick-house pig lets them in, where he's bombarded with their lore A wolf is coming soon, for their hope is the end of the war The brick-house pig hatches a plan, tells the pigs to gather cloths For he has an idea, to defeat the pig-hungry wolf that froths The wolf arrives at the house and says, "Open this door and let me in!" All three pigs reply, in unison, "Not by the hair of our chinny-chin chins!" The wolf says, "Then I'll huff and I'll puff, and I'll blow your house down!"

As the wolf exhales and exhales, his expression becomes a frown The wolf realizes that he needs different methods to feed himself-hungry sinner So he kicks open the door, awaiting his sight for his dinner The straw and stick pigs tie the wolf up, then lay him on the ground The wolf struggles to break free, becoming nothing but a helpless hound The brick-house pig's pulls out his blunderbuss, loaded and drawn He aims at the wolf's face, and utters the words "Be gone."

Bang. The next day sooner or later arrived The two shaken up pigs cannot be more grateful that they themselves survived The brick-house pig says "Listen up boys, for today you both shall learn, From this day forward, your hard work shall be always earned.

You both must learn that not all things in life are free.

Your hard work will pay off once you're in the hierarchy.

I want both of you to clean my yard, make it look nice and neat And then once you're finished, I just might give you boys a treat."

The two fortunate pigs got to work together, and worked all day and night For their new efforts and behaviors were something that overwrite The End

Tommy Foster

Sarah Wellington

Thirteen Ways of Looking At The Four Seasons Joey Hurley I. Looking out the window On a rainy day Seeing and feeling damp As the humidity rises.

II. Looking out to see the trees Seeing all the color Until it disappears.

Ill. Seeing no color All upset and no motive Until you look out and See the snow.

N. Having snow and being cold One is cool Other is cold V. After the snowfall Flowers will blossom Bring more color into life Happiness occurring lasting for a while.

VI. Weather getting warmer The sound of birds chirping To wake you up Everything is starting to get nicer again.

VII. After the spring of the flowers Comes the hot weather Hot, glazing temperatures VIII. Time to be free for a nice three months Of sunshine and relaxation Hanging out and spending time

X. Fall and spring See leafs come and go While summer and winter See raging temperatures.

X. Having the varying seasons Brings seasonal feelings Sadness, sickness, happiness XI. Summer brings raging temps And bad storms Winter brings raging temps And bad storms Both are the same Both are the opposite XII. Fall brings us color Spring brings us flowers Both seasons have colors Both seasons blossom XII. Each season is unique Each season has different qualities Each season being different Sets itself as your new favorite

Jayda Dixon

In America there are poor people.

There are people that aren't called equal, and there are people with lots of money.

That should help the poor but feed the richer.

I wish that more money was spread around.

Hopefully that would eliminate frowns.

But I will say it is getting better.

With charities around the world to help.

So what we can do is donate and give Because we can help the poor people live.

Give a dollar to the homeless man now.

America does not need your help soon.

America needs your help today right now.

Leonard Aiken

Little Red Riding Hood Once upon a time, in a quaint village nestled deep within a dense forest, there lived a young girl named Little Red Riding Hood. She was known for her scarlet cloak, which she wore on her visits to her grandmother's cottage. But unlike the traditional tale, this version unfolds with a twist. As Little Red set out on her journey through the woods to deliver a basket of goodies to her grandmother, she encountered the cunning wolf. However, this wolf was not like any other; he was kind-hearted and gentle, yearning for companionship rather than mischief.

Upon seeing Little Red, the wolf approached her cautiously, his eyes filled with curiosity and longing for connection. Instead of fearing him, Little Red felt a strange sense of empathy towards the creature. She sensed his loneliness and understood that beneath his fearsome exterior, he harbored a gentle soul. With compassion in her heart, Little Red decided to befriend the wolf rather than succumbing to fear. She shared her basket of goodies with him, and they walked side by side through the forest, exchanging stories and laughter along the way.

Meanwhile, at her grandmother's cottage, a different scene was unfolding.

Sensing her granddaughter's delayed arrival, the wise old grandmother decided to venture out into the woods herself. Armed with her knowledge of the forest and her trusty walking stick, she set off to find Little Red. As she wandered deeper into the woods, the grandmother stumbled upon Little Red and the wolf, their unlikely friendship blossoming amidst the trees.

Surprised but unafraid, the grandmother greeted the pair with warmth and acceptance. Together, the three of them continued their journey to the grandmother's cottage, where they shared a delightful afternoon filled with laughter, love, and newfound friendship. The wolf, now welcomed into their fold, found solace in the company of his new friends, his once-lonely heart now brimming with joy.

Quentin White

Quentin White

God's light shines for us as does the sun in the sky. God loves every human and has created us in his image. He knows us, he sees us, he made us. God shines his presence on every person who knows the truth of his love and accepts the reality of his existence.

Many don't believe in God, but to the ones that do he shows his truth and goodness in ways that are not even imaginable.

This is how God shines his light and love on everyone like the sun does the earth.

God's light shines bright, like a sun in the sky.

With warmth and grace it touches every soulembracing us all, making us whole.

God's love guides us like a beacon of light It fills our heart with hope and peace, A gentle reminder that all worries cease.

So bask in the divine glow, feel the love and kindness overflow For in God's embrace, we find our way Through his love, like the sun, which brightens each and every day.

Jake Loeffert

Lindsey Cable

On Computers a million little voices buzzing in tune surround us every day the number of which would make some swoon hundreds sit around my room, many on display they break and fry and bust and die a shame for things so expensive! many people just toss them aside my list of projects becomes extensive all manner of devices, strewn about my desk and my toolbag off to the side to some it seems quite grotesque but to me it's a source of pride!

I love when challenges are tough with helping people fix their stuff!

My loving darling, you inspire me to write.

I love the way you glow, sparkle and light, Invading my mind all day and night, Always dreaming about your bright light.

You are more clever than everyone else.

You are more beautiful and attractive.

We would be better if we were together.

My whole heart reacted when I saw you How do I love you? Let me count the ways.

I love your beautiful hair, soul and eyes.

Thinking of your active soul fills my days.

My love for you is the whole wide world.

Now I must leave my loving heart with you.

Think about how much I love you while apart.

Bella Malloy

Violet Chabala

"A Mother-Daughter Bond is Unbreakable" In tender years, the bond begins to bloom, With lullabies sung 'neath the crescent moon.

A mother's love, a light within the gloom, Her warmth and care a never-ending boon.

Through trials and joys, the seasons dance and turn, A daughter grows, and dreams begin to stir.

Yet in her heart, the constant flames still burn, For mother's wisdom, gentle and demure.

Through storms of life, they stand, a steadfast pair, The love they share, a fortress built to last.

In every laugh, and every tear they share, The threads of kinship, tightly woven, cast.

In every line of age, the tale is told, A daughter's love, and mother's heart of gold.

Lexie Guzel

Ava Washington

Mimic Poem: Pittsburgh City of Bridges, 412, Steel City, The 'Burgh, City of Champions: Some criticize this city, They tell me we talk funny saying "Yinz" every other word.

They tell me that we have an obsession and that sports are our whole life.

They tell me the weather is unpredictable and we never know what to wear.

And to this I respond, Come and show me a city whose people can be recognized out of state by a single term in their vocab, Whose black and gold shine bright like the stars with pride.

Come and show me a city that has the beauty of all 4 seasons: Winter, Spring, Summer, and Fall.

Bustling Passionate Lively Friendly And small City of Bridges, 412, Steel City, The 'Burgh, City of Champions.

Vyla Tomachesky

Gracie Rauterkus

Myra Gohring

Beauty and the Beast On a cold winter's day, a beggar pleads The Prince knows better than to allow this stranger to proceed "Please let me in, it's freezing out here" He doesn't leave his chair, not even to peer She continues to heckle unrelentingly "Leave at once" he says rather aggressively "Please" she says "have mercy!"

"Not now, not ever. Go to Jersey!"

The beggar’s form began to change, Her cloak fell, revealing beauty so strange.

No longer a haggard figure, but fair, The Prince now caught in a bewitching snare.

But cursed was he, by his own disdain, To remain a beast, with no love to gain.

Only by true love's kiss, could he be free, Yet finding such love seemed a distant decree In hindsight, the prince made no mistake He didn't know what was at stake Most would've done the same Who knows what she would have became

Owen Huet

The True Story of Pinocchio We all know the story of Pinocchio, the puppet created by a lonely carpenter who wished that his puppet was alive. The fairytale ends with Pinocchio becoming a real boy and living happily ever after.

But what if the story was different. One day the carpenter and Pinocchio were walking home from the store when two bandits appeared. Pinocchio senses the danger posed to the carpenter and attacks both of the thieves. The thieves run away from Pinocchio and the carpenter and then everything goes back to normal. On his way home, the carpenter couldn't stop thinking about what had happened. The carpenter thought that if he were robbed he should have protection from the thieves. So when the carpenter arrived home he created more wooden dolls and wished for them to come alive. The dolls all came to life and acted as security guards for the carpenter. The carpenter and his puppet guards traveled all over the kingdom without being afraid. However, after hearing the king was raising the taxes for all the villagers, the carpenter thought the king wasn't fit to rule. When he got home, the carpenter made an army of puppets to overthrow the king. After the puppet came to life, they all were led by the carpenter to the castle.

After the puppets kicked the king out of the kingdom, the carpenter declared himself the king of his new kingdom. After ruling for only one year, the puppets realized that only the carpenter was gaining anything from what they were doing. So the puppets decided to kick the carpenter out of the village.

With the carpenter gone, Pinocchio declared himself the new king. The End.

Hayden Wigle