Winter Crew Sonnet – Meg Lyons Yearning to soon be back on the river, Waiting for the day our coach lets us know. Thoughts of the gray erg make the team shiver. With frustration, we use the ergs to row There’s a need to be faster every week, Coach reminds us of awaiting medals. Challenging us until we reach our peaks, Exceeding limits, beating new levels. Three months of erging makes muscles so sore, Sweat and tears become part of the routine. Post practice pain makes some fall to the floor, Wishing to be in boats, off the machine Finally coach says it’s time to return, Medals we practiced for, now we must earn
Graduation Haiku In a wink, schools out In a blink, I will move out Close my eyes, lights out
July 20, 1969 – Charlotte Gottilla My grandparents watched the moon landing in a tuxedo and a wedding dress. Walking down the aisle, One small step for man. Black and white TV buzzing through the noise of their reception, One giant leap for mankind. A brave new world.
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