P-47

~Robert Collings, Class of 2027

The clouds scream as the plane runs through the sky 
The engine roars 
The propeller cuts the air
The air runs, trying to get of the way
The stick faints and falls
The plane rolls 
Machine Guns roar
The engine gets mad
The propeller gets tired and stops running
The gages turn red
Enemy guns roar 
The enemy plane falls.

Ode to My Shoes

~Conor Kennedy, Class of 2027

Oh, my cool lovely shoes
I love wearing you 
You help me run so fast
I don’t know how i live 

Oh, my cool lovely shoes
You are the coolest shoes i know 
You are amazing so much
I like you for everything

Oh, my cool lovely shoes
I can take you anyway 
In the woods 
in the mountains too

Oh, my cool lovely shoes

My Mirror

~Renzo Ma, Class of 2026

I just bought
                                          I just bought

A new mirror
                                          A new mirror

My beautiful face
                                          My beautiful face

Is reflecting back at me—

                                           CRACK!

My mirror broke

                                           No mirror to see 


Myself reflecting back at me