Friday, June 10, 2011


Another entry for the Senior Poetry Prize, this time by Olivia Plunket:


Here I am myself,
I am only me,
Away from all the clutter,
Here I hold my dreams.

These dreams come in numbers,
Greater than before,
Here was the first and last,
But I will search for more.

The red comes crawling, clinging,
Holding on for life,
The rain comes down but pouring,
Searching for revival.

Here I hold my memories,
Those days from long before,
Here I had my childhood,
And here I lost it all.

Reaching for those keep-sakes,
Wringing out my soul,
Looking for what I’ve lost now,
And then, just finding home.

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