By Aaron Mangerson
Her eyes were a pair of crystal clear Lakes.
Their surface flat and calm not a ripple in sight.
Allowing one to see deep down to the soft muddy bottom.
The calm waters setting a soul at ease.
The smooth mud beckoning you in to feel its warmth.
Slowly drawing you deeper and deeper.
Finally you find yourself lost within it.
The warm turns cold and you begin to lose your breath.
You struggle futilely to rejoin the world at the surface, but the serenity below already has you.
With your last seconds you gaze back to the bottom.
You admire and praise it as you slowly slip into darkness.
Like a siren her eyes have drawn you in.
"This poem is kind of a backhanded compliment about someone I used to know."
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By Kathy Tromp
One book, two book
Red book, Blue book.
This one has a bunch of stats,
This one has a bunch of cats.
Say, what a lot of books with facts!
Yes, some are large and some are small
There’s no way we can keep them all
Our new stacks are on Floor Three
So many books are nearly free!
We’ve bookshelves full of books to share
So come on down and grab a pair
Or ten or twelve or maybe more
We’ll help you tote them out the door!
A small donation we do ask
It’s not essential to the task
But moneys raised will go to aid
Students who need tuition paid.
We have a lot to do each day
Remodeling starts in middle May
So grab a box and bring it down
We’re really not that far from town!
"I was inspired by Dr. Seuss month to write the following poem. It sprang nearly whole cloth all at once when we were working on the Great Purge."
