A Room in a Meadow with Four Walls and No Roof —Amy Gastright ’ 21 Two children, Crossed the Bridge to Terabithia Into a meadow unknown by men. The Lost Boys’ footprints marred the clover carpet, And the saplings were bent, But the children were full of wonder and whimsy They loved that tragic wood In all its honeysuckled majesty, Until, as all childish loves must end, The Bridge was blocked by age and caution tape. So now the children come, The sugar long wiped from their lips, Their hands tucked close to shield from rain. They come to conquer, To try to trap the Lovely in a bottle, And they wonder why they can’t see it any longer.
Spanish Moss Photograph by Codie Campbell ‘22 Fire & Stones | 20
