~Alex Feldman, Class of 2025 In the air the smell of burning flesh, our terror could no longer be contained. A quiet, tense woman, Ms. Schachter had lost her mind It was she who supported the family and now separated from her family Her sobs and screams became...
~James Doyle, Class of 2025 When The Jews Believed Her The night seemed endless. There was a woman among us. I knew her well. A quiet tense woman with piercing eyes. Auschwitz. Jews listen to me. fire, Auschwitz. The night seemed endless. It’s nothing mother! There is...
~James Beebee, Class of 2025 I look back at the world where history was made, The glowing moonlight, shimmering on the lake. The lush, thick trees, inviting comfort and shade and our modernized kitchen, filled with apples and cake. Amidst our overgrown castle, where...
~Alex Sutton, Class of 2025 As I sprint past the sidelines, Filled with cheering parents And emotions, that seemed to stare me in the face, I can feel the blood pumping through my skull. The pine needles littering the ground stop my cleats from digging into the harsh...
~Bryce Nash, Class of 2025 The fury of trust I wonder If trusting someone Is a bad thing Are you giving someone Your darkest secrets Who you don’t like Or who you like who everyone hates Telling people about yourself Giving them information about you Faster than...
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