Feeling The Sunshine | Page 47

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