The Impossible Game

~Andrew Bates, Class of 2027

How do you win an impossible game?
How do you get out of incredible shame?
How to tell the difference between glory and pain?
The answer is one and the same.

So like the spider said to the fly,
As the latter let out a sigh,
“Why accept fate when you could fly,
Because you could’ve, and should’ve flown high.”

If you’re not going to win,
Don’t stand back and let it in.
At least try to get a grin, 
Because they like seeing 
A good game

So remember the spider
And the fire inside her 
So don’t give up
And eventually you’ll win.

How do you win an impossible game?
How do you get out of incredible shame?
How to tell the difference between glory and pain?
The answer is one and the same.







First Time

~Tommy Belin, Class of 2027

Powder
Ice
And lots of it
Falling
Trying to get up
Failing, trying. It’s hard
Never giving up
Feeling bad for my self
But  that does nothing for me
Try to go from toe edge to Heel edge.
Fall on my butt
Hurts a lot
I feel like I should never do this again.
“It is too hard” I yell
            Never Give Up! 
                                Just Move on!

Traffic

~Bode Johnson, Class of 2027

Traffic, traffic, traffic 

I hate traffic 

Do you hate traffic? 

Because traffic is… traffic!!!!!!

In traffic 
you sit 
in your seat
for hours

Days, months, year’s, and  even decades 

traffic can be caused by random things 
like old people! 
and ducks 
who in their right mind likes ducks?
there just chickens that swim

Do you still like traffic?

Oh I see how it is buddy 

Let me tell you more 

Traffic can be caused by a car crash 
sure you have to see if there ok 
but that does not mean you should be messing with your driving time 
it’s unacceptable 

Oh and your ears die 
Honk, Honk, Honk! 

Man 
I love trips 
but I also hate them 

The trip itself is fine 
but the car ride 
brutal

“It’s going to an hour Bode” 

But no! traffic sets us back 2 hours

2 hours down the drain 

2 whole hours—
that’s outrageous 

So that’s why I hate traffic 

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

The Pond

~Bode Johnson, Class of 2027

I step into the mud and it mumbles and moans
I see fish competitively racing one another 
Then geese come out of nowhere 
a whole gang of them steps
and scolds at me
Chunky bullfrogs make farting noises like 5 year olds 
Old car parts sit in the water making rust
Heron’s cannonball into water 
trying to catch the silvery racers
Snakes come out of tunnels like gold miners