"Dreamweaver"
by Greg Brennum
I woke up startled
for a voice in my dreams
told me a story
of who I could be
He said you could climb mountains
or sail across the sea
Anything is possible if you just believe
He said cast off into the unknown
soar above the trees
only in doing this
will you finally be free
I said
How can I possibly trust
a man I cannot see?
Then the man revealed himself
the man was atop mountain
and that man was me
"I am a liberal arts transfer student here at Nicolet. I plan on studying Journalism when I transfer away from Nicolet. I wrote this poem one morning at 4 AM when I was having a moment of pure optimism about my life."
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“Shadows of the Past”
By Kelly Soltis
In the distance there is a house
A vanguard of the old world;
Now a shadow of its former self.
Once full vibrant of color;
Replaced by faded colors.
Before the halls were filled with joy and laughter;
Only loneliness surrounds the old sentinel on the property now.
The days are passing without cause leaving it feeling more empty than before.
With each sunset the house gets colder and darker;
With each sunrise a piece of it is broken and lost.
Many eyes see this poor lone house;
But none have the will to change anything.
“I work for a street department for a city. I spend my time working on old farm equipment.”
