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Lost and then Loved
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
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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
In a wink, schools out In a blink, I will move out Close my eyes, lights out
Graduation Haiku
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.
Lost and then Loved – Nia Bellopede
Like a ship out to sea, caught in a storm Looking for a home and a place to dock. A lost child wondering how to conform Or a lion looking for their pride and rock.
In the dead of winter when all is dark, Or spring when the rain hides any light of day, Or summer’s end when you lack any spark, And fall when all the flowers go away.
Hopelessly wandering from place to place. Seemingly lost with no destination. Always searching for that beautiful face, And picturing that nameless creation.
But then I found you, perfect face and all, And I couldn’t help but he then fall.
Photograph by: Sara Ledyard