Week14

I’m lost!
By Greg Bergeron
Woodstock Union High School, Grade 12

What is my
goal in life?
Scrabbling for
Handholds, slippery
with sweat, blood and
tears of failed
ambitions, and dried
up hopes?

Monument bridge

Michael McDonald, Mount Mansfield Union, Grade 12, had this to say about his picture of Boston’s new bridge named after Leonard P. Zakim, the late executive director of the New England office of the Anti-Defamation League of B’nai B’rith:

For Jessica
By Tori Hubbard
St. Albans Town Educational Center, Grade 6

Statue of Liberty, Jefferson Monument, the White House — all famous monuments honoring the U.S. There are so many people and places there should be monuments for. But there is one of my friends who I believe should have a big special statue: my friend Jessica.

A momument for Michael Briggs
By Ashley Korenewsky
Dummerston School, Grade 8

Michael BriggsMichael Briggs, a Manchester, N.H., police officer, deserves a monument. He died in a shooting last October. He was shot in the head about 15 minutes before his shift was over. Michael was a city policeman and was 35 years old when he died. He often said he liked his work. Briggs was a bicycle patrol officer and worked the predawn hours. He said he liked working in the dark because he liked to be able to sneak around. Michael wanted to serve his country; he was doing what he wanted to do.

Into the woods
By Charlotte Reber
Lamoille Union High School, Grade 10

I’m lost somewhere, I don’t know how.
But the forest knows exactly where I am.
Everywhere around me are the trees,
Silently watching my wandering path.
I’d feel alone,
But there’s no such thing as silence in the woods.

I’m lost!
By Mary Griffin
Woodstock Union High School, Grade 10

Everything’s fine
No need to stare
No need to worry
No need to care.

The creamy glint
Of fluorescent light
On short gray ticking
And linoleum white.

Getting un-lost
By Shannon Twitchell
Rochester School, Grade 8

Lost all alone,
Feeling scared,
Heart pounding,
Leaves moving on the ground,
Hearing noises in the distance,
I see the sun going down,
Darkness is coming fast,

I’m lost!
By Kimberly Barr
Woodstock Union High School, Grade 10

I am lost
I am scared
Among the waves
Under the sea
Like the little mermaid.
I can’t breathe,
No one can see me
I am lost.

I am lost
I am gone
Among strange people

Life not lost
By Cameron Brownell
Colchester High School, Grade 9

A life is lost.
The life is reborn.
We shed our tears,
We are doused with forlorn.
A life, to pay, is the greatest cost.

A friend lost
By Lauren Thompson
Rochester High School, Grade 10

Out of nowhere he left and took my heart with him
Sorrow comes to my mind when I hear his name
Trying to forget what happened is not an easy thing.
When I went to his grave I lost all my thoughts
even my breath, but I thought of him
Inside I know he is never coming back
but it’s hard to take it all in

Baby sitter
By Emily Vasseur
Fayston Elementary School, Grade 6

Carrie,
baby sitter’s here.
She is hiding,
Carrie are you there?
Carrie please come out,
I don’t want to lose you.
Under the bed?
No.
Under the sink?
No.
With parents?
No.
Oh, no, I’ve lost her,
But wait,
I baked cookies, Carrie!
“Here I am.”

Lost in the forest
By Ashlin Ballif
Albert D. Lawton Middle School, Grade 6

Crunch
A loud thud
Stepping through the wide-rimmed forest
Heart beating fast
Feet pounding hard,
on the rough forest floor,
each step you take.
Your breath is hoarse
Your legs sprint across,
the twig and dirt ocean.

A loss, a loss, oh, where?
(Dedicated to Dr. Seuss)
By Nick Spencer
Charlotte Central School, Grade 8

Lost
Lost
Not found, but lost
It’s gone
Not here
So where?
Not here, not there
NOT ANYWHERE!!!
WHERE DID IT GO?
Please tell me so
I do not know …
It’s lost!!!

Lost friendship
By Megan Harvey
Rochester High School, Grade 10

“You left and now you are gone,
It’s much to hard to move on,
You can’t see what this means to me,
Our friendship meant everything, you see”
-Anonymous

I’m lost!
By Heather Horgan
Lake Region Union High School, Grade 12

My grandfather and I were very close, and although I was only 9 years old when he passed away, I still have many memories of him. My grandfather and I used to spend a lot of time together. We spent summers going fishing, going to Santa’s Village, swimming; we spent every Christmas together.