A collection of poems written by North Allegheny students for
Creative Writing Poetry and Honors English 3 classes and for
Variations, NASH's literary and creative arts magazine.
Christy McDermott is a junior at North Allegheny High
School. She enjoys studying and partaking in various art forms
including writing, drawing, painting, and music. She has a
passion for creativity and individualism. After high school she
hopes to pursue a career where she can express these passions.
Christian Parreaguirre, 16, is a Junior at North Allegheny High
School. When he is not in the classroom, he runs Cross Country
and Track for the school. He is also a lifeguard, and he enjoys
traveling and reading.
The Wanderer’s Love Poem
CHRISTIAN PARREAGUIRRE
N OR TH AL L E GHE NY SC HO O L DI S TRI C T NE WS
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CHRISTY MCDERMOTT
I roam the streets with splendor and passion,
Whether by the hiccup and jump of the bus,
By the smooth soaring of the plane,
By the stops and goes of the car,
By the rattle of the train,
By the twists and turns and ups and downs of the bike,
My soul finds its way to a new city, new state, new way of life,
Like a message in a bottle, my story and I float with ease from
place to place,
Drifting with the tides of my heart while calling any roof over
my head home
And never tiring of the trips I take,
For I hear the clear call of the world around me,
Her melodious songs and gentle harmonies sing my name,
Asking that I break away and step outside,
Asking that I trek on and explore,
Because the wonders of the world cannot be found,
Unless I wander and look around.
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Nature in Me
I am a fish deep in the rolling sea and an eagle soaring in the
incessant sky,
And nature’s strong presence surrounds me-Sparkling in my eyes and coursing through my veins.
I roar with the power of spring rains and scream with the
freedom of an eagle’s yawp.
I live in nature as nature lives in me, eternally, forever free.
Owls persistently perched, moles tunneling silhouettes across
the landscape.
I take heed of them all, each with a voice of its own,
Wolves howling from the wood, snakes slithering from the
desert,
Each to their own as their own is to each other,
Independent and free without fear of the unknown.
The mad and abstract colors of my soul reflect in a summer
sunset,
wild yet beautiful, smearing the sky with uncontainable
happiness.
Vibrant colors of wild macaws--lapis, ruby, and sunshine, that
linger high in the rainforest canopy,
azure seas and emerald lagoons, all part of nature’s colors.
All parts of nature, all parts of me.