Spring by Ethan Williams
Feeling the Sunshine, Spring 2020
An EHS Student Special Feature Publication
Spring makes me feel good in a way that you would feel if you were to go somewhere
that brings back memories. When springtime comes around it makes me feel happy because it
reminds me of when I used to live in Thompsonville. When I lived in Thompsonville, I would go
outside and play with my friends, Arielis and Jose. Jose, Arielis, and I would play games like hide
and seek and tag. Arielis was my best friend but we don’t really talk that much anymore ever
since she got transferred and I moved. I especially love when the festival time comes around, it
just sets a good mood and reminds me of when I would go there as a kid. The food at the
festival was amazing. One time we got this chili dog that was so good. I mainly like the fried
dough when they put the sugar and powder and cinnamon on it. I like when it’s spring because
then when it’s getting late the sunsets look really nice when it has that nice orange color. My
uncle told me that sailors used to use that as a sign that it would be a
nice and sunny day the next day. I also like when it Spring because
when it rains it gives the grass a smell that reminds me of when I lived
in Broad Brook and went to a summer camp. We did a lot of activities
there. Some of the activities we did where we played a game called 4
square and capture the flag. Every Wednesday we went to the pool,
but one day we had to leave early because it wasn’t raining but we
kept hearing thunder and for every thunder strike they said that it
was another 30 minutes out the pool.
Still There by Madison Beninato
The sun, the sun is what took everything
The sun took my mom, my dad
The sun took my friends, my pets, my home
It took everything beautiful, everything ugly
The sun took the green grass, the sky, and the puffy clouds
The sun took itself
But I now I realize
The sun did not take my mom, my dad
The sun didn’t take my friends, pets, or my home
It did not take everything beautiful, everything ugly
The sun did not take the green grass, the sky, or the puffy clouds
The sun didn’t take itself
Because the sun took my sight
And everything else is still there