by fennvoice | Oct 19, 2022 | Class of 2023
~Will Manchuso, Class of 2023
It’s nine at night
The dark causes fright
I hear my dog growl
And then comes a howl
I cannot believe the howl came from my dog
My dogs make a growl meaning the howl came from the fog.
I bring my dog in the through the door
He tracks mud all around the floor
I settle in and look through the window
I can hear and feel the wind blow
I look through the fog and see a pair of eyes
Then I look into the skies
And up there is a full glowing moon
It looked like a cartoon
I looked back at the creature
And it no longer made a feature
The wild, a beautiful sight
And that’s when I said goodnight
by fennvoice | Oct 19, 2022 | Class of 2023
Running
~JT Gally
Running is my calm place;
My saving grace.
Stress due to a test?
Worrying about what’s coming?
No need to fear
Running is always here.
Oh, how nice it is to
Stop my life, go outside.
Put my legs on autopilot
And run.
Fresh air forces its way into my lungs
Whisking my worries away like a waterfall.
Running is the only thing that gives me that mental rest
That makes me feel prepared for that test.
Oh, what I owe running
It is my redeemer.
Kept me calm and collected over the years
And hopefully for many more to come.
Midnight Howl
~Will Manchuso
It’s nine at night
The dark causes fright
I hear my dog growl
And then comes a howl
I cannot believe the howl came from my dog
My dogs make a growl meaning the howl came from the fog.
I bring my dog in the through the door
He tracks mud all around the floor
I settle in and look through the window
I can hear and feel the wind blow
I look through the fog and see a pair of eyes
Then I look into the skies
And up there is a full glowing moon
It looked like a cartoon
I looked back at the creature
And it no longer made a feature
The wild, a beautiful sight
And that’s when I said goodnight
by fennvoice | Oct 19, 2022 | Class of 2023
~Max Yerid, Class of 2023
I want to write, but what about?
I look around
Everyone’s on the other side of the room.
Nothing to note about the windows.
Clueless.
I sit and think
Music flowing in through my ears
No homework to do
So I continue to think
Clueless.
I turn down the music
Hear the noises
Take them in, try to make them
Give me ideas
Clueless.
Horris walks by
Leaves the room.
Eston faces the wall
Isah stares at his IPad.
Clueless.
I know what to write about.
I’ll write about
Not knowing what to write about.
Finally, I don’t have to say I’m
Clueless.
by fennvoice | Oct 19, 2022 | Class of 2023
~Charlie Hood, Class of 2033
What lies in the box
Next to the socks
In the untouched attic
Under the clocks
Where does it come from
And who has it seen?
Is it old
Or is it gold…?
Stories from the past?
A windy day that fills the mast
A tale of lions grazing grass
Or the old runners shoes that placed him last
A story of war
A bloody core
A family secret
A feathered egret
A box for tools
That’s full of jewels
A rusty trap
A dirty cap
A boxers glove
Letters of love
A pirates peg
A turkey’s leg
What lies in the box
Next to the socks
In the untouched attic
Under the clocks?
by fennvoice | Oct 18, 2022 | Class of 2026
~Matt Greco, Class of 2026
There wasn’t much joy in the Greenville air that day,
Though the sun was shining bright and the trees danced a slow sway.
The score showed 6-3, visitors, Greenville up to bat,
and the last inning to play
Wake was tagged at third and Boon out at first,
all the fans grimaced and sighed in dismay.
There were no gambles on the three next batsmen to hit
the ball would surely smack right into any fielder’s mitt.
But maybe, if the three men reach the bag’s safe,
that would make the fans elate
because mighty Chet would get the chance
to step up to the plate.
The first batter up, to the astonishment of all,
took a whack and smashed it way back to the wall.
And the second hoping to keep the game alive,
succeeded and batted in a sweet line drive.
The third batter, could he get the bases full?
Or would he just end the game feeling dull?
The fans stood up and cheered as he singled a ball
right past second base.
Now this ballpark is a very loud place.
It was the moment the fans had waited for all game,
bases loaded and Chet in the box.
The fans all stand up and holler as he pauses and pulls up his socks.
He then resumes, looking the pitcher in the eye
As fans move to the edge of their seats,
waiting to see this ball good-by.
The first pitch delivers and Chet doesn’t chase,
Though the ump says the ball went over the base.
Chet shakes his head and so do the fans
But it gets worse as Chet whiffs at the second with his own two hands.
Now everything is silent as the third pitch bullets in
Can Chet get the win?
A fastball right down the middle to the pitchers expense
Chet thumps it right over the fence.
Greenville wins, and the fans shout for more
But one asks,
“Why couldn’t Casey have done that many years before?”
