Spring: A Poem

By: Isobel Gaedtke

Soft petals, pink and white
Swirl in the air, dancing through the light
Sun beams upon this lovely day
With its warmth bringing the feel of May

Grass is turning green
It sprouts up high, like a growing teen
The wind is playful
As it carries the occasional gull

The trees leaves rustle together
As the birds rustle every feather
Kids laugh and run
As the adults sit and enjoy the sun

Spring is coming
Oh, Spring is coming
Hear us, Spring
No more waiting, keep us humming!

What a Day

A Story by Grace Keener

It was a blustery, cold day, too cold to go outside. You look wistfully out of the window, wishing you could enjoy the snow. As you sit by the window sniffling and sneezing you think of past days like this one. 

“Yay!” you exclaimed when your mother asked if you wanted to play in the snow.

When you walk outside the cold is almost unbearable but eventually, you get used to it. You and your mother play for hours having snowball fights, building snowmen, and even napping in a makeshift igloo. As you enter the house you bundle up by the fire and watch classic Christmas movies. 

Yes, what a day that was, and not much different than this one.

Taylor Swift

A Poem by Isobel Gaedtke

Your words are so relatable
The world is so big
I understand
We need to calm down

We need to understand
Your power is big
Exhausting to always be that person
I know

I listen every day
For your words
Your beats
Your lyrics

Pink
Red
Blue
Yellow

Dark
Light
Unhappy
Bright

Life in words
Never sounded so good
So fun

You take music
And wrap it with true stories
What life is
As it happens

You know
You understand
You dive into life
And take it as it goes

We all look up to you
Your music
Helps everyone learn how to be a
Lover

You sing and dance
You make me wish and hope
That the next concert ticket is
Mine

Christmas and Snow

Poems by: Grace Keener

Christmas
I see the beautiful shining Christmas tree
I smell the delicious hot cocoa
I hear the shuffling of cramped feet
I taste the beautiful cookie I snuck from the counter
I touch the crisp wrapping paper as I tear open my last present.

Snow
The children laughing and playing
Excited for tomorrow
Families inside getting thighs ready
While the children are in the snow.

The Joys of Autumn

A Poem by Isobel Gaedtke

As I breathe in the smell of apple pie,
I let out a long, contented sigh
The sweet sound of my sister humming
Causes my heart to beat along, thrumming

The cheer of Thanksgiving dances in the air
As the smell of the food sticks to my hair
My mother, inside, stirs the sauce
As my father picks up my dog’s ball and gives it a toss

The leaves crunch under my feet,
As the wind skips along, without missing a beat
I run inside to the warmth of my house,
Which is so cozy that it’s fit for even a mouse

I settle in to cozy up to the fire,
With my blanket, cocoa, and couch it fits my every desire
As I lift the steaming cocoa up to my mouth,
The sweet tang of the chocolate blocks out the things that could go south

Soft jazz reaches my ears,
Bringing back the memories from all those years
I sigh happily once again as I prepare for the feast,
Joy and hunger break over me, to say the least

Leaving Home

A Poem by Kataryna Sperry

Today was the day I left home
My heart pounding like an ogre’s footsteps
I hopped in my moms car
And shut the door with a *click*

I arrived at my new home and life
With no idea what awaits
What am I supposed to do here
My whole life has been changed in a matter of hours

I’ve heard I went crazy
Jumping on the coaches, never sleeping
I was always exhausted
But went to bed with a *flick*

Thanksgiving and The Pumpkin

Poems by Grace Keener

Thanksgiving

My relatives’ smiling faces
The delicious family dinner
The soft music in the distance
Delicious turkey with green beans
The soft skin of my relatives as we embrace.
The love around the room is unmistakable
Passing around the plates with joy
Eating all the lovely food
Then eating some more
Saying laughing goodbyes
Thinking “This is the best sleep ever,”
Until next year.
Happy Thanksgiving!

The Pumpkin

The pumpkin rich with seeds
Ready to be picked
Into the house to be poked and prodded
Sharp objects wielded by a child with a parent close by

A jackolantern
Flaming as joyful kids run past
Glowing in the darkness
Ready to be brought in to make compost.

The Display of Art

By: Wonder Matala

Many paintings have been made and put up in museums for the world to see but some of them are the most famous, recognizable, and notable of the group. Let’s look at some of them.

Famous Paintings
Of course, to no one’s surprise, one of the most famous paintings in the world is the “Mona Lisa”by Leonardo da Vinci. The painting was made in Florence and was based on Lisa Gherardini. The painting was commissioned by Francesco del Giocondo because he wanted a picture of his wife , Lisa, in their home. Allegedly, the painting was worked on for 16 years likely due to hand injuries before Leonardo died in 1519. The Mona Lisa is approximately 860 million dollars. This painting is one of the most well known and one of my personal favorites.
The Mona Lisa was stolen in 1911 by Vincenzo Peruggia. He and two others stowed away in a closet, waited until the museum closed, and stole it. This is when the painting was minor work. He took a train and left before years later, he tried to sell the painting but it backfired because the buyer called the director of a museum and the police arrested him. And while we’re on this topic, you would not believe the amount of times the Mona Lisa has been damaged or almost damaged. Someone has thrown a rock at it, someone tried to spray paint it, someone threw a teacup at it, and the most well known one, someone threw A CAKE at it. They should really put protective glass around it.

Next up is maybe another notable one, “Girl With Pearl Earring” by Johannes Vermeer. The painting was made in 1665. The painting is of a woman looking at the observer with, obviously, a pearl earring on her ear. Johannes was a Dutch Golden Age painter and the painting went by many names over the century but in the 20th century it was decided based on the girl with the earring portrayed there. This might confuse some people but “Girl with Pearl Earring” isn’t actually based on a painting of anyone which confuses a lot of people. This painting was lost for 200 years and found, dusted off, and displayed. Fun fact: It is priceless since the people who had it, would never sell it. I knew this one existed but never really cared but I still thought it was great, just not one of my favorites.

The next painting is another recognizable one, “The Starry Night” by Vincent Van Gogh. Most people have heard of this painting’s name or seen it. The painting was created in June, 1889 and was actually started in the same month. That’s fast. The reason it was painted was because Van Gough was seeking respite from plaguing depression at the Saint-Paul asylum in Saint-Rémy in southern France. It was based on his view from the window in his cell, hence the name. Van Gough actually thought this painting was a failure. “The Starry Night” is worth about $100 million dollars following its $50 million sale in 1990. My personal opinion about this painting is that it’s iconic, unique, and special. Fun fact, this is one of the 2 paintings on this list that was stolen or damaged.

The next painting is another one of my favorites, “The Scream” by Edvard Munch. In 1893. It stemmed from a panic attack that Munch suffered in 1892. Fun fact, even though the painting looks like the person in the painting is screaming, they are not. According to the artist, the person in the painting is hearing someone scream. Another fact, “The Scream” was actually painted on cardboard because Munch was a struggling young artist coming to terms with his mother’s and sister’s death. Did you know, The painting was actually stolen twice in 1994 and 2004? Yeah, the security must have been pretty disappointing to be able to have the painting being stolen twice only 10 years apart. When I think of this picture, I think of the kid from home alone. The face and the hand position just remind me of that pose the kid did. The painting was sold to someone in an auction for about 120 million dollars and the person is unknown.

The last painting I have to show you is- oh. Nevermind. That picture is not good for our eyes. Let me just…..there. The next painting to show is “Whistler’s Mother” by James McNeil Whistler. It was painted in 1871 and the person in the painting is Anna McNeil Whistler who is obviously James’s mother. It was done in traditional oil on canvas form in a frame made by Whistler. People say that James wasn’t gonna paint his mother in the first place but that the model that he was gonna paint didn’t show up so his mother helped him. This painting also goes by “Arrangement in Grey and Black No. 1” but people call it “Whistler’s Mother” because of the long name. There was another one named “Arrangement in Grey and Black No. 2” and the painting was of Thomas Carlyle. He agreed to do it in a similar position after looking at the first one. Many people would think that this painting’s other name is Whistler’s Father but that’s not true because Thomas isn’t James’s father. This painting isn’t as well known as the rest of the paintings here. I didn’t know this painting existed until I looked it up. I think it’s great and all, just not my style.

Things We Did
There are some things that we all did when drawing or painting when we were younger. Let’s look at some of them.

We all did the sun in the corner of the frame. And we did lines like the rays of light coming from it. We all did this at least once in our drawings as a child. It was just an easier way of drawing a sun in our pictures and it looked better because I know for a fact that none of us knew how to create perfect circles. If you say you didn’t do it, you’re lying but you had to have seen someone else do it.

When drawing a house, all we did was squares , a triangle, and sometimes, a rectangle. It would be the base of the house, the roof, and the chimney. This was the basic structure we all did. Even now, some people still do it because there’s no need for a hyper realistic house for a single drawing.

I’m pretty sure we did similar facial features for drawings. For the eyes, we just put a dot. That’s basically all we did before we drew the circle around it first. The mouth was a simply curved line. Basic, again, but effective. Some of us just didn’t draw the nose because it looked bad when we tried. For example, if you drew a nose like a sideways v, it would look kinda weird. I never did the half circle for my nose because I thought it was ugly in all the pictures. I just never got my nose down. Most of us didn’t.

We all traced something. Either on a computer or off a paper. You press the paper against the picture and just trace it. It’s not completely scummy but it’s still bad to do it. It’s worse if you claim it as your own since, come on, it’s not. If I was the artist that was stolen from, I don’t know whether I would be mad or flattered that someone stole my art but I would probably be more mad. All that hard work just for some John Doe to steal it. Moral of the story, don’t do it unless you don’t have malicious intent.

Stick figures are the building blocks of a character. We all did them, we all were them, and we all (maybe) love them. This was the easiest way to do people because it was hard to do human figures and don’t get me started on animals. Simple, but effective is what I think it is. Stick figures are funny too and they never get tiring or old. Overall, I love stick figures.

Conclusion
Overall, art plays a big part of human life and whether we liked it or not, we did some type or form of art. It puts what we feel onto paper or a canvas. It also lets us let out our creativity. It shows others these things or past experiences. Art is important to our lives and this article is supposed to show you that art has more emotion and is deeper than just someone randomly throwing paint onto a canvas. I hope you understand what art truly is now and how it affects us.

Doorways: A Poem

By: Isobel Gaedtke

In and out,
In and out
I wonder what
They think of us

Passing through,
Portal is true
I wonder what
They think of us

Doorways to memories,
Passages to now
Portals to fear,
And laughter somehow

We are never knowing
And they are knowledgeable
Of all the things
That pass through
That are rather unstable

Doorways are passages
To sadness and joy
But they can be just
As simple as
A girl or boy