Leland and Gray Union Highschool

Can't wait Till Summer

By Laura Pluff
Leland and Gray Union High School, Grade 8

Weather is colder
Colors are bolder
Boy I can't wait till summer

We lined up in rows of 8, the setting sun behind us. You could see the fear in our eyes, on our faces we knew today was our dying day.
You could feel the fear building up inside you, we could feel the leaves crunching beneath us.
You could hear us as we moved slowly toward our death.
In the distance gunshots rang out and the heavy panting of terrified men filled the darkness. We could taste the blood and sweat trickling down off our upper lip, we knew that there was a chance we would not survive but that was a chance we were all prepared to take.
As we ventured forth through the deathly sick air into the night we thought what will happen after? will I die a hero or just another man who died at war? Will I survive? What will happen? The outcome will kill us all inside anyway.

Baseball

By Trevor Howe
Leland and Gray Union High School, Grade 11

Baseball is good
Baseball is great
I love the feeling of standing at home plate

The crack of the bat
The smack of the glove
And there’s plenty more that I love

If I were

By Trevor Howe
Leland and Gray Union High School, Grade 11

If I were the size of a flea
No one would ever, ever see me
I’d run under doors and sprint across floors
And run across carpet and frolic with glee

If I were the size of a flea
I could even ride on a bee
Diving and spinning out through the trees

If I were the size of a flea
I would be the smallest degree
I could even stand on a golf tee

If I were the size of a flea
I could sit on your head
Till’ you went to bed

If I were the size of a flea
I could ride on top of your key
To unlock your door, it would work for sure

If I were the size of a flea
I wish I could be just for a day
To see what a flea would see
But I can’t ever be the size of a flea

Time Rushes On

By Stephanie Brown
Leland and Gray Union High School, Grade 12

Going, going, gone.
Days and weeks flow into years,
and time keeps rushing on.

Going, going, gone.
It never, ever stops.
So much, but so little,
there never is enough,
and time keeps rushing on.

So stop and take a moment,
to breathe and look around,
because it's going, going, gone.
And time keeps rushing on.

A windy road that leads to know where
No one knows exactly where it goes, a road that has no steps, no signs
Only dead ends is where you will lie
No help, no friend ,no one there by your side
You have to figure it out alone of you may die
There are no colors, there are no shapes
It’s all black and white
You don’t know what you may face
As your cry alone under the dark sky.
Though it’s not night
Its clear broad day
But the sun is gone, it’s packed away
When you cry your tears make rain
The sound of the rain helps your pain
You know you have to get up and go on
The storm starts to come but you are strong
You push and pull your self through the night
And soon ahead you see a light
You have won you have concord your fears
The only thing that helped you
Was you, yourself, and your tears

Monologue--Susanna Kayson

By Kerry Johnson
Leland and Gray Union High School, Grade 10

Monologue--Old Woman in the Park

By Kerry Johnson
Leland and Gray Union High School, Grade 10

I just want to say
Goodbye
Cause you look at me
Like we were meant to be
But then you turn away
After you took my breath away
So goodbye
To all my dreams
And the girl I'll never have
With those bright blue eye's
And face so sad

Here without you
My heart's been broken in two
In this endless pit of missory
It's unbelievable
The way I feel about you
After my heart's been
Broken in two
I knew you were the one
The moment I saw you
I knew we could make it through
Whithout a doubt in my mind
Who knew we would climb so high
To the top of the sky
You and I
I never knew
You could be so creul

Do I have super powers
I'll never know
but in the day time
when I feel a pull
I know it's my time to glow
poeple look up to me
when I stand tall
but turn away when I go wrong
the little ones faces say it all
in these time's
when I feel so tall
my super powers shine

If the moon was like you.
Forrest Hamer

If the moon was like you what would it's name be?
Billy,Ted or maybe Freddy.
If you could do something with the moon what would it be, ride a bike?
Or talk for hours or take a hike.
What if the moon was your best friend?
Would you be best friends until the end?
Now say you have three wishes, one has to be about the moon.

Where I'm From

By Emma Redden
Leland and Gray High School, Grade 10

When I was born, a new bud opened on the Red Maple
Sitting on top the hill
At the end of Chapin Road. I am from that tree.

On July 5th I became the first of three and the
Ninth of nineteen. As I am one of nineteen
I am also one of millions,
Of potatoes that fed my own when all they could
Claim was a dream of something different.
I am from Ireland.

When my own mother was only a hope of the future
my great grandmother was sending freedom,
to her own blood, trapped in the Hell of Germany.
Only Hell if you wore a yellow star.
I am from bravery.

Passing days in green fields of gold
I understood that Heaven was on earth.
My heaven existed in the beauty of
White snowflakes, orange leaves,
And sweet grass. Still a baby,
Encompassed in my own
Imagination, I held ants as if breathing
Could break them.
I am from the earth.
Saturday mornings at the park,
Sleeping on Daddy’s stomach.
As my thirst for life grew,
Sleeping no long became our pastime,
But repetitive conversation, Daddy’s bread,
Blocks, naughty smiles.
Only a million times I told daddy that
Mommy was night night.
I am from my mother.

Why when we are children can the contentment
Of friends be just as pleasing,
Even if they are invisible?
Eno and Nonie toke the credit and blame
For everything I couldn’t.
When Eno and Nonie were tired
Dru-dru took their place well,
Following Meemi and my naked self
In our explorations and adventures,
Ponds are very interesting.
Naked walks with the dog weren’t eternal,
But my imagination could be satisfied.
A paint brush, a crayon,
A pencil.
When my lungs were finally exhausted
Or everyone was done listening,
Art became a voice I could always find.
I am from my hands.

Discovering my need to move was a blessing
That only spring floors and wooden bars could fulill.
Nothing is more exciting than defying gravity,

Super Powers by Ken McFadden

Do I have super powers
I'll never know
but in the day time
when I feel a pull
I know it's my time to glow
poeple look up to me
when I stand tall
but turn away when I go wrong
the little ones faces say it all
in these time's
when I feel so tall
my super powers shine.

The way I deal with stress is by going up to my room, putting in my favorite CD, and I just lie on my bed not thinking about anything that was going on outside of my room. After I start to feel less stressed out I start thinking of ways that I can deal with what ever is stressing me out.

When ever I start performing, any type of performing, but mainly acting, I get the most wonderful feeling in the world. It is like one giant adrenaline rush. About two minutes before I go on stage I feel like I am going to throw up, but the second I get on stage I feel this rush of adrenaline; the rush makes me feel amazing.

This past weekend was the most fun weekend I have had in a long time. My mom’s best friend from collage and her best friend from New Jersey came to Vermont to visit my family. Our weekend started off by pigging out on pizza, garlic knots, and ice cream. Then we ended the night by watching the Chronicles of Narnia.

Ghosts are white creatures lurking in the night
They are figments of our imagination pushed so far that they become real.

Purple

Purple is calming yet very loud
Soft as the lavender in the spring
Yet crazy as one piece snowboard suits
Yummy as grape juice
But gross as wine
The color of my croc
And even the color of some people’s hair
Purple is the color of royalty
Also nobility and spirituality
From nail polish to nature with lavender, orchid, lilac, and violets

March 17, 1915

My dearest Abigail,

March 17, 1915

My dearest Abigail,

My Tree

Easy for You to Say

By Emma Redden
Leland and Gray Union High School, Grade 10

We read
“Don’t pay beggars.
There are places all
over where they can
go for help.”
Easy for us to say.
The mother of the boy
With the head
Of a caricature,
Needs my help,
She says.
Why would she want
My help?
Her son can get free
Help at the hospital.
It is only two hours away.

The anatomy of poetry
by heather chamberlin

It starts in the heart,
Some line,
Some word,
Some intense emotion.

It goes through my brain,
Rapes itself around my head,
Makes my body rush with words.

The words burst through my ears,
Burst out my mouth,
And violently move my hands across the paper.
My hands are possessed,
With thought,
With words,