V O I C E S
© Spring 2018
“Art should cause violence to be set aside and it is only art that can accomplish this.”-Leo Tolstoy
The literary and arts magazine of St. Saviour 1High School.
The Spring 2018 issue of Voices reflects the creative efforts of the students of Saint Saviour High School during the second semester. Ninth graders devoted a good deal of time in English class to the study of poetry. We studied the various permutations of the sonnet - Petrarchan, Spenserian, and Shakespearean; we went on a journey through Greek and Roman mythology, as we considered the Ekphrastic poem, a genre of poetry in which the poet looks to a work of visual art for inspiration, and we looked in wonder at how an ancient story [myth] can be made new in the hands of a gifted poet. This was the observation leveled by American poet and critic, Ezra Pound, that the poet is charged with taking a subject and “making it new.”
Students were busy, too, responding in poetry and essays to the world around them. The sad question of gun violence and student vulnerability was on the minds of many and is most eloquently represented in the work of a sophomore student-poet. The art classes have been busy creating exceptional drawings, scratchboards and sketches, and a newcomer to the Saint Saviour sophomore class has graciously allowed us to present a number of her works - drawings, watercolors, and sketches in progress, herein. The cubist painter, Georges Braque, once observed that “art is a wound that turns to light.” 2018 has already been a year in which young people, especially students, have suffered wounds in the form of acts of senseless violence far too often. The experience has led to a collective, even unanimous outcry of “Enough is Enough.” In the midst of such woundings, art can stand as a source of healing, of sustenance, of rediscovering the best of what it is to be human. We hope that this issue of Voices will serve such an end, and in that spirit we dedicate Voices, Spring 2018, to the fallen, to the heroes, to the brave students who raise their voices to say “Enough Is Enough” and to students everywhere who search for the beautiful, the worthwhile, the best that is in us as human beings. Happy, healthful reading and viewing. The staff of Voices. Julia Kenny Olivia Medina Ms. J. Caughey
Senior editor Junior editor Faculty Moderator
Table of Contents “Enough Is Enough” Ariana Quintana 1
“The Once Cooling Breeze” Shiane Smith 31
Chrysler Building Isabella Wagner 4
Moon and Sun Chanel Ramirez 32
“Medusa” Amelia Bowles 5
“Ekphrastic Poem” Melanie Aragon 33
Portrait Aviance Darrel 6
Portrait Julia Hunt 34
“Doing Nothing...” Isabella Wagner 7
“The Thief of Fire” Aliki Halkias 35
Gears Kyler Brown 10
Starburst Janina Palaez 36
“Sleepless Nights“ Meaghan DelleCave 11
“For My Dog, Gatsby” Kylie Galvin 37
Visual Ramblings Leilani Highsmith 12
Art Leilani Highsmith 38
“Sonnet” Quyn McCaffrey 13
“Fairies” Nicole Aquino 39
Portrait Riane Jean-Charles 14
Jellyfish Julie Pham 40
“If” (Sonnet) Emily Montenegro 15
“Lucky” (Sonnet) Sydney Harilal 41
Street Scene Leilani Highsmith 16
Art Leilani Highsmith 42
“Ekphrastic Poem” Angelina Torres 17
“Shoes “ Introduction Olivia Medina 43
Girl Thinking Leilani Highsmith 18
Booth Shoes Riane Jean-Charles 44
“To PC or Not to PC” Lauren Regan 19
Converse Julie Pham 45
“Our Lives in Tech” Angelina Russo 21
Heels Janina Palaez 46
Portrait Janina Palaez 22
Running Shoes Aviance Darrel 47
“Oh, Chester” (Sonnet) Makarena Loyola 23
Checkered Shoes Julia Hunt 48
Sea Creature Art Leilani Highsmith 24
Adidas Chanel Ramirez 49
“Central Park” Natalie Martinez 25
Hockey Skates Isabella Wagner 50
The House on the Beach Leilani Highsmith 26 Shaded Shoes Kyler Brown 51
Kyler Brown, ‘18
“Map of the One-Hundred Acre Wood” Meaghan DelleCave 27
Portrait of Robin Williams Julie Pham 28
Front Cover Artwork By Leilani Highsmith
“Ekphrastic Poem” Roisin Walsh 29
Back Cover Artwork By Riane Jean-Charles
Mystical Girl Leilani Highsmith 30
Enough Is Enough An AR-15 has 15 functioning parts. The length of the gun, the speed of the bullet determines how immediate a fatality is. The time it takes to unload the empty chamber.
Isabella Wagner, â€˜18
That one flick can cause mass destruction. The silver ruthless bullets that trigger screams of horror. The painful, excruciating sound when the revolver clicks, revealing the presence of ammunition. The cylinder, when inclined, locks the hammer into place. The trigger requires an exact amount of pressure to fire. The target erupts, opening a door that cannot be closed. A ruthless act that cannot be undone. A callous school shooting cannot be undone. That it has many working parts. The morning of: the child believes the day will be like every other day. A test first period. The sound of the bell at 8:15. The sound of countless kids screaming in the cafeteria. The sound of book bags dropping like a ton of bricks. The sound of birds chirping, on the morning, on February 14. The sound of 17 sharp gunshots. A day when the laughter turned in horror in 50
seconds. The first shot triggers a lock down. The bell rings. Code Red, but it doesnâ€™t seem like a code red. One believes this would never happen to her but it does. The fire alarm pounds loudly in my ears as chaos erupts. Classrooms become inescapable, like gas chambers. The shooter shoots. The sounds are still and silent. The eyes are tearful and the stomachs are churning. The police arrive, with precision, as a shot is fired, the separation begins for the student body. Those living and those whom the shots have hit. That one massacre of school children triggers the carnage lost in Boston.
Why does this keep happening? But we barely notice until we marry 6 feet of earth of our own. I thought this was supposed to be a good day? The sound of pencils tapping on the desks.
Chanel Ramirez , â€˜18
The sound of gossiping. The sound of teachers demanding classwork.
The sound of chairs tipping back. It all disappears in seconds. The stoplight turns red but the gun turns 2
The gun doesn’t kill people, the numbers do. 3100 South Springfield Avenue. A truck turned the corner. Not the ice cream truck. This gray truck was mean. It forced her to fight for her life in a hospital bed until 5:24 pm. The doctor says, “I’m sorry for the words that I’m about to say”.
Julia Hunt, ‘18
Sunday, October 1st 2017, Las Vegas, Nevada. 58 gone. Near the Mandalay Bay. I was there two years prior. Texas, Sutherland springs, a day on which we cherish Jesus and stare at the cross. Twenty six souls joined with him, but not out of sacrifice. Just one out of sacrifice, but he didn’t have to die if it wasn’t for that silver bullet! But the debate on gun control only lasted for so long after the Columbine shooting. How many more times? A teacher takes a bullet to save her six students. The child did not get a chance to hug mommy and say “ I love you.” A father is heartbroken. He cannot even remember whether he even kissed his little girl goodbye when she left for school the morning on February 14. Now the father is saying “Enough is Enough.”
Ariana Quintana ‘20 48
Aviance Darrel, â€˜18
Medusa I go to the garden, To pray for a pardon. I walk and I fumble And find I have stumbled. Upon a tree I stand up to see A lady with eyes black as the night Oh what a fright. Snakes that are tangled Hair that is mangled: I try to look down, down to the ground, But I hear a sound: The snakes hiss, They writhe and twist. There is nothing but silence Not any violence. I hear a crack : that was my bones: She has turned them into stones.
Janina Palaez, â€˜18
Amelia Bowels, â€˜21 46
Julie Pham, â€˜18
Doing Nothing is Doing Something Wake up early in the morning, every day. Go to school from 8:00 AM to 2:36 PM, every day. Go to work from 4:00 PM to 8:00 PM, every day. Do homework from 8:00 PM to 11:30 PM, every day. Get little sleep, every night. Every second of the day is taken up by something; there is never any breathing room or time for a break. This kind of busy schedule is one that has become the norm. Constantly having something to do can be beneficial: in be-
Riane Jean-Charles, ‘18
ing busy, you can become more focused on a task, be more productive, want to keep working. Being busy all the time can be irritating to some, but why not be working and productive? Our parents are always busy, bringing us to our softball games or to our “Sweet Sixteen” parties, all while maintaining their jobs. Our teachers are always busy, grading our test papers or creating a lesson for us to work on , all while having their own personal responsibilities. As the Bible says, “Idle hands are the devil’s workshop,” so we must always keep working. Not working can lead to poor behavior, giving us more time to do things that may be deemed sinful, which some may even see as crimes. Clearly, being busy can be a good thing, but sometimes, doing nothing could be just as productive as doing something. According to a Harvard Business School survey ,"Why Is Everyone so Busy?", of 1,000 professionals, 94% of those professionals worked at least 50 hours a week, and almost half worked more than 65 hours To work this number of hours has become the norm in American society; other countries call this work-a-holic mindset “the American disease.” Working pays the bills and gives us more opportunities, but sometimes, not working can be more beneficial than any paycheck. In this way, sitting around, doing nothing can be seen as doing something. After a long day of work or school, someone may just sit down on their couch or bed and rest for five minutes. It is a way to reboot, like taking a nap or
spending a few minutes alone, in which we can recover from a long day of tiring work and stress. Everyone loves to do nothing once in a while. We are
Shoes are an everyday item, essential in to protect our feet. When footwear was first invented in the earliest stages of human history, when everyone was still following their food and did not stay in one place, the only quality a shoe needed was protection. Romans did not particularly care what happened to their feet, however, because civilians were always seen strutting sandals and exposing their toes. When the Renaissance was birthed in western Europe, more people had the inspiration to be creative with their footwear. Both men and women wore heels, especially among French nobility, enabling the British to copy their enemies in such bold fashion choices. During the Victorian era in Europe, high heels declined and flat, more practical shoes rose in popularity. This continued throughout the 1900s, with both designs for everyday footwear and more flamboyant, creative footwear. The 1900s gave us so many iconic shoe brands that contin-
all so tired and busy, so why not take some time to relax and do nothing? A vacation is something that everyone looks forward to. Whether we are going to the Bahamas on a cruise or just staying home, we are always overjoyed when we hear the word ‘vacation’. The sad part about a “vacation” is in how statistics show that 50% of people expect to work on their vacations (Schwartz). We each go on a getaway to relax, but some people know that they can never do that. This mindset of constant working and movement is one that can be hurtful to us. Easy tasks like writing a report for your boss or even putting away the dishes at home could become unconquerable feats because of the exhaustion you suffer from by being busy all the time. Stress and exhaustion take over, so writing a sentence becomes like writing a 200-
ued to be popular in the 20th century: Doc Martens, Con-
page novel and putting away a set of dishes becomes a game of complex
verse, Uggs, and Birkenstock just to name a few. Consumers
“Tetris”. Some people see relaxation as a way of avoiding responsibility,
are also very loyal to shoe brands; customers know exactly
which sometimes, may be the case. According to a poem by John Milton
which brand has the most comfortable fit for them, which
called “When I Consider How My Light Is Spent,” God allows us to relax some-
ones have sizes that run too wide, or which one is the most stylish. For every weather there is a fashionable shoe for one
times because everyone, whether they work hard or not, is a child of God.
to wear, there are definitely no signs of shoe shortages in the
Where he writes, “He also serves who only stands and wait;” Milton is saying
future. The explosion of shoe designs inspired people of to-
God accepts all, equally, even if they don’t put work into their daily tasks. For
day to become more passionate about their footwear so that
those who do work, taking time out of your day to do nothing can make your
now, not only do shoes protect our feet, but they reflect our
life more worthwhile. You will have time to do what you want and what you
personality, which quality [of shoes] is now just as important. Shoes will continue to be apart of our lives because of this, and the continuing creativity of footwear designers
need to do in more effective and productive ways. Being a New Yorker means that you are always on the move. “The city that
has will serve only make us more appreciative of shoes. And
never sleeps,” as New York is known, lives up to that name. There is always
so, we give you, a celebration of the shoe, courtesy of the sen-
movement around our electric city, which is fueled by our work obsessed
ior art class.
character. We always want more out of life and we do that by working. Ways
Olivia Medina, ‘19
that we relax may be by taking a walk in Prospect Park or sitting in a local coffee shop for a few hours. Sitting in a coffee shop, a quiet place where many 8
people come to read or work, puts a positive mindset on a person, saying “If they can do it, why can’t I? If they can work in such a relaxing place as this, then why can’t I?” Even those times when we seem to do nothing, we are doing something. Personally, to relax I spend time with my family or we go to a hockey game at Barclays Center, which doesn’t seem like the most relaxing event. We find little ways to unwind, and these contribute to our work ethic. Without those times of relaxation, we would not be as productive as we are. Why are we always so busy? We are always caught up in our responsibilities and never give ourselves the time or respect to just have a moment to ourselves. Why do we feel the need to always be busy? In our world today, no one ever seems to take a moment to stop and reflect, and, as humans, we feel that we must keep up with that standard. Something that we don’t realize is that the human body is not a machine. We are not robots that function on gasoline or solar energy, even though sometimes we wish we could be. As human beings, we need time to do nothing. We need time to regroup from stress or tiredness and to refocus on our goals. Relaxation may be seen as something unproductive; but, relaxing is exactly what we need to do in order to restore our productive state. Doing nothing is doing something, and we need to learn to do nothing more often.
Isabella Wagner, ‘18
Lucky: A Sonnet Who else could be as lucky as was I To have found someone so, so beautiful Someone who could make saying goodbye Immensely and incredibly dreadful? Though I will surely see that face again Just the words that hint of the slightest goodbye Could fool me into thinking my one friend Could actually leave me for all time. I hope I never have to see the day When you unexpectedly, finally leave, And find, in your leaving, true happiness The ability to smile without me. This would be such grief I could never survive, Though the pain be a reminder I am still alive.
Sydney Harilal, â€˜21
Sleepless Night When everyone is sleeping And nothing’s on T.V. At two o’clock in the morning, That’s when you will find me. Just staring into space, Everything, and nothing on my mind. I cannot seem to sleep, But that happens all the time. You can hear the old house settling, As the cat’s paws pad on the floor. You can hear the old dog snoring, Was he always that loud before? And the rustle of the curtains As the wind blows them down, You could likely hear a pin, If you dropped it on the ground. The bed’s a little creaky, A lot more so than before. I toss and turn and long for sleep. I’ll be awake all night for sure.
Meaghan DelleCave, ‘21
Fairies As the moon begins to rise , A gleam springs from a meadow. Packs of fairies come to life: all else subsides to tiptoes. If you listen with keen ears, You will catch a charming tune . Gentle voices far and near Make flower petals swoon . They dance ‘round the budding lilac, Stretch their wings up to the stars, Which send a twinkle right back , Maintain the fairies’ spark . But as dawn paints the sky, Fairies sing their lullaby. Their nighttime fun concludes, Till morrow’s moon intrudes. Yet they leave something in the glen , Created time and time again . Charm unmatched by any other Magic formed , magic wonder.
Nicole Aquino, ‘21
Sonnet While walking through the forest at midnight, I heard a voice that came from behind me, I could not contain my fear and my fright, I wished the sky lighter so I could see. When I finally turned my head around, What I saw behind me was but a bear, It pounded its paws on the dirty ground, Into my pocket I reached for a flare. I tossed the bright flare away from the beast, He followed it into the open air; He ran to the south-west, and then the east, He ran but he then seemed to disappear. Still quite terrified, I let out a scream, Was then that I woke up from my bad dream. Quyn McCaffrey, â€˜21
For My Dog, Gatsby A Petrarchan Sonnet Always there for comfort, at any time. I Love the way you listen to me with your Eyes. Well, you are never, ever a bore. You may not speak, and cannot say goodbye, But when Iâ€™m sad or glad, you will be by My side. At night you sleep down on the floor, Your little snoring sounds like a big roar. Are you dreaming of catching a bad guy? My sweet little puppy, you make me so Happy. Everyone else sees the effect You have on me. When we walk and then go Past the people we know, you just distract Them with the cute face that is now well-known. Oh pup, I love you like Jobs loves his Mac.
Kylie Galvin, â€˜21
“If” This one word I often stumbled upon. A tough one, though, I pondered on the beach Such a calm scene, silence was drawn — The wind had a lesson to teach. All I could think was “what if, what may be?” One small decision can change everything. Like a blind man, how might I see? We do not know what our choices can bring. If I tell him the truth or if I lie My heart is burning of undying youth, But my mind letting out a coward cry To this I see great truth And yet, to this very day, I yearn to live my life in a no regrets way.
Emily Montenigro, ’21
Ekphrastic Poem Wind flying Brush gliding Colors dripping The girl paints with passion, She dances with courage and pride. Leaves follow as she paints Freedom floats through the air; She paints over her mistakes As she knows her decision has been made, Although she had her head down, Her posture has grace. She has inspired herself To add colors. Fighting her doubts, wisdom grows. Putting asides her ideas She finds greatness through her dancing, And as she dances she paints.
AngelinaJolie Torres, â€™21
Ekphrastic Poem A seemingly peaceful afternoon by the water, where a mother walks side by side with her daughter, and five ladies relax, holding their umbrella, looking at the scene that’s straight out of a novella. A man serenades the people with his trumpet, and you see a young girl sprinting and jumping. A blonde child drenched in white from head to toe, faces away as four men begin to row a lady in blue to a place that’s unknown, surrounded by boats whose sails are being blown. Adorned in elegant clothing, a woman holds her monkey, which she most likely purchased while in a foreign country. Three dogs also can be seen enjoying their day, and on the sunny evening there is not one speck of gray. What Georges Seurat wanted most to express, was how we all can live in harmony without any stress.
Melanie Aragon , ’21
To PC or Not To PC Political correctness, PC, is the replacement of degrading, offensive, or vulgar terms with more sensitive ones. The practice is applied to such considerations as race, ethnicity, religion, and the like. In modern culture, many people in America are more aware of these politically correct concerns and of the words used to to refer to someone or to a group in relation to such criteria as race, religion, and ethnicity. However, the level of awareness, and the level of commitment to or acceptance of the idea of PC can be vastly different from place to place within our country. This difference in the rates of acceptance has contributed to a rift within our country. More diverse areas of the country is where you will tend to see an increase in the awareness of and adherence to political correctness. This is due to there likely being a large community of those to whom (or against whom) the offensive terms might be applied. For example, I live in the very diverse and open-minded place that is New York City and I have never heard some of the words, deemed offensive, that one might find in the “Glossary of Banned Terms” published collectively by various state departments of education [and examined by social and political theorist, Diane Ravitch]. I have never, for instance, heard the word “drunken” used specifically as a way to label or identify a Native American person, nor have I heard of someone with a speech impediment referred to as a “dummy.” However, I am sure [since it was deemed necessary by state departments of education to create a list of words not to be used] some of the terms on this list are used in places around the country. The difference in perception - that these words are acceptable vs. that these words are offensive is what contributes to the rift in America around the question of political correctness. Political Correctness is growing in importance, though, at times, people can become so cautious that they don’t really know what to say. In an articles published by Harper’s, a long-standing publication of arts, letters, and thought, contemporary American author David Foster Wallace notes that under the conventions of PC the term “”differently abled” is the correct way to refer to someone who is wheelchair-bound or similarly challenged. However, in that same Glossary of Banned Words published by the amalgam of state education departments, “differently abled” is listed as a banned 32
The Once Cooling Breeze:
Based on Anemois: Wind Gods in Greek Mythology The eccentric void always present in the land of Mel, The wind that stayed in the land throughout every moment in this time lapse; When the rusted leaves fell to the ground to kiss the grass farewell, and the snowflakes from the fluffy cotton buds in heaven collapsed. When the bright yellow sun rose with the flowers that stretch their tiny green arms from the soil to reach the warmth of the heated sun rays hugs, This peculiar nothingness that consumed everything watched these reoccurring swarms, Giving the little people on the ground love to soften their little lungs. It made the delicate paper planes that rushed through the pale blue sky fly; It pushed away the hurricanes that try to kill the little people on the ground. It heals the tears of the clouds who constantly cry; The curious wind never seen but heard from its melodic sound. But the tiny people didn't care about the caring wind’s love: They threw toxic black dust into the void making its poison linger, Crippling the air that fill their wooden lungs and pass through their delicate fingers. And in the end when the sun no longer comes to visit, And the snowflakes no longer fall to kiss the ground, There will be no wind filled casket, Because the cooling touch of the wind will always be found. When every moment in time no longer resumes and the universe disappears, The lonely nothingness that is the wind will always be there
word, likely to give offense. These differing stances illustrate just how complex the question of political correctness has become. There are, as well, cases of a particular group reclaiming a previously banned or offensive word. This point was made by the well-known publisher, Random House, in whose recent edition of the Random House Dictionary the following caveat was offered: :A within the group rule often applies, which allows a member of a group to use terms freely that would be considered offensive if used by a non-member of the group.” Examples of this can be seen in the African-American community and in the LGBTQ community. The degree to which we are aware of terminology in relation to political correctness is further heightened due to the number of terms and the and the rules attached to them [like the within the group rule]. Random House, in that same cautionary essay, points out another intricacy of political correctness in observing that “a group may disagree with itself as to what is acceptable and what is not,” a point made clear by another contemporary American author, Nancy Mairs, who lived for many years with multiple sclerosis, a debilitating, degenerative disease that eventually leaves one a “cripple” - the word Mairs chooses to define or describe herself. In her now famous essay, “On Being Cripple,” Mairs insists that she prefers the term “cripple” in reference to herself, over terms typically considered to be politically correct, terms such as “disabled,” “handicapped,” and “differently abled” because as she confides, she wants others “to see [her] as a tough customer, one to whom the gods/fates/viruses have not been kind, but who can face the brutal truth of her existence squarely.” We are certainly at a high point in our embracing of political correctness in America, but even so, there are largely varying degrees of political correctness throughout the country. Many are very cautious in what they say, and it is when faced with those who are not [so cautious] that the rift in our nation broadens. It is, paradoxically, in some of the confusion and uncertainty surrounding politically correct terms that the heightened awareness is raised even further. Lauren Regan, ‘18
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Our Lives in Tech Over the past decade or so, technology increasingly has become part of our everyday lives. We rely on it for just about everything, whether it be to communicate with friends and family, to check the time, check the weather, or catch up on the latest political news or their favorite celebrity drama. Almost everyone has a cell phone in their pockets or purses, and more than half of us probably check our phones every ten minutes just in case we have missed out on the newest celebrity scandal or an unimportant text message from a friend. Kids and teenagers especially have become very attached to these electronic devices and are always using them. They use them for texting about school drama with friends, taking pictures of their food and the events they go to, and posting about their everyday lives on social media, whether their day was eventful or if they were just sitting in bed watching television. They share so much of their lives in detail on the internet and are usually expecting some sort of attention from their friends, whether is be through a “like” or a comment on their post. A kid seems to be very happy and content when using their devices, but are these electronics actually hurting them? Many studies have been done and it has been concluded that the increased usage of technology and social media has led to many negative effects, including depression, weakened personal relationships, poor social skills, poor mental health, faulty sleeping schedule, and poor self esteem has happened to many kids who are always on their devices. Constantly using cell phones and laptops all day can hurt us, no matter how old we are, whether it’s by causing delays in our speech when we are young or slowly ruining our mental health throughout our whole lives, without even realizing it. Angelina Russo, ‘18
Ekaphrastic Poem He knew the rumors. She didnâ€™t believe All the stories he loved; She refused to see. He tricked her one day To go on a boat, But what he did say Was an dishonest quote. They went out to sail, He rowed on both sides, Her umbrella a pink, pale, Made her to some areas blind. When he went off track He got his wish; She never turned her back To see the trick that was the fish.
Roisin Walsh, â€˜21
“Oh Chester” - A Sonnet Oh, my dog, my sweet, lovable, kind dog! He is amazing and very fluffy. You can bet he jumps higher than a frog; Next to other dogs he is a toughie. You might ask what’s his name: Chester it is. He’s a schnauzer with fur of grey and white; When he’s not been well groomed he has a frizz, But I promise you this, he doesn’t bite. Chester may be small, but that won’t stop him: People are surprised when they see him run; Chester doesn’t just run, but can also swim; My mom loves Chester as much as a son. Oh Chester, we really want you to know that we love you as much as you love the snow.
Makarena Loyola, ‘21
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Map of the One-Hundred Acre Woods It may be just a sketch on paper, But if you close your eyes you'll see all one-hundred acres. ‘My House’ is to the East South of ‘Big Stones and Rox’. To the West there is the ‘Bee Tree’ (Which is not the best place to talk) There’s a place for picnics, And one for playing too! But perhaps my favorite place, Is the house of my friend, Pooh. He’s always hungry for a touch of honeySuch a lovely, silly old bear! But if I ever need him, I know he will be there. ‘Piglet’s House’ is to the South Near ‘Where the Woozle Wasn’t’. It’s not too far from ‘Eeyore’s Gloomy Place’, Which is sometimes rather unpleasant. Rabbit and Owl live toward the center. They sometimes come on our grand adventures! The Hundred Acre Woods is my escape When reality is harsh and doesn’t seem all that great. Pooh, Piglet, Eeyore, and Tigger too Are there for me, and they’ll be there for you.
Meaghan DelleCave, ‘21
Central Park From being on the train, to waiting in lines all day, To wishing that the rain would stop in May, There is always a place to go in the park Where people’s ideas transform into art. Central Park is the place to be, To relieve your stress and fulfill simple needs, From drawings to paintings young people will see How colorful and bright those leaves can be. The beautiful bridge and the buildings in the back Would cause arrogant people to have an attack, The reflecting water still, so still—and the warm summer breeze Can instigate chaos by lifting the leaves. If you try to escape a gloomy day, Don’t worry, you’ll find a good spot to stay. Central Park will always be A place to admire New York's true beauty.
Natalie Martinez, ’21