Blistering heat scorches my silhouette as I cower behind the mighty oak.
His limbs frantically churn outward to absorb the blast.
Martyrdom is his destiny,
I am the cause.
The birds howl amongst themselves-
Marveling at his bravery.
Ephemeral Eulogies bound to become,
No possible way the oak could stand against the mighty sun.
Yet, against all the odds- the oak stands true.
Glaring back at the sun- and sky, so blue.
Blades of grass sway in disbelief.
Worms wriggle to the surface- weary of the commotion.
The oak stands mighty- need no words he say.
No eulogies shall be crafted for him this day-
the Lion grows everywhere but is considered a pest
with its ferocious golden mane, by the sun it is blessed
Its body a straw drinking the nutrients it craves
Fueling the fire above, thus illuminating the blaze
They laugh and mock
Ideas being tossed around
Everybody wants to talk
And give their voices a sound
They cannot settle
They cannot agree
They support their own
And scoff at me
The options soon dwindle
They start to decide
Jokes add to the trouble
Like fire with kindle
That could work.
They sit and bicker
Pumping out posts
To produce the most
Off track soon they will be
Pausing their work to harass me
Trying to observe
They talk so quick
The moment I preserve
In the words I script
The discussion continues
The work is forgotten
As the time runs out
the process remains
Never stop thinking
Ideas pulling on the reigns
The poem of the week this week was composed by Rainer Maria Rilke. The theme in this poem can be categorized as “Hope.”
[Do you still remember: falling stars]
Rainer Maria Rilke, 1875 – 1926
Do you still remember: falling stars,
how they leapt slantwise through the sky
like horses over suddenly held-out hurdles
of our wishes—did we have so many?—
for stars, innumerable, leapt everywhere;
almost every gaze upward became
wedded to the swift hazard of their play,
and our heart felt like a single thing
beneath that vast disintegration of their brilliance—
and was whole, as if it would survive them!
The poem of the week is called “Spring” and is written by Gerard Manley Hopkins. Since it’s the first day of spring, I found this poem to be a good fit for the week. Hopkins discusses the beauty of spring in this poem, and also relates “spring” to innocence.
Nothing is so beautiful as Spring –
When weeds, in wheels, shoot long and lovely and lush;
Thrush’s eggs look little low heavens, and thrush
Through the echoing timber does so rinse and wring
The ear, it strikes like lightnings to hear him sing;
The glassy peartree leaves and blooms, they brush
The descending blue; that blue is all in a rush
With richness; the racing lambs too have fair their fling.
What is all this juice and all this joy?
A strain of the earth’s sweet being in the beginning
In Eden garden. – Have, get, before it cloy,
Before it cloud, Christ, lord, and sour with sinning,
Innocent mind and Mayday in girl and boy,
Most, O maid’s child, thy choice and worthy the winning.
Administration at the high school is considering a new schedule for the 2017-2018 school year. This schedule is designed to better incorporate band and chorus into the students’ schedules. To do this there will be designated classes which run on a semester schedule (periods 1 and 4 classes) and there will be classes which run throughout the entire school year (periods 2 and 3). Periods 1 and 4 classes will meet everyday through the semester, while periods 2 and 3 classes will alternate everyday (blue and gold days) for the year. This schedule makes classes such as band and chorus more accessible for students who cannot sacrifice CORE time. Mr. Welch feels that this will be beneficial because “the arts need to be better represented in our school.” This newly developed schedule will not affect AP classes which will still meet everyday throughout the entire school year.
The poem of the week this week is by Emily Dickinson and is titled “Hope is the thing with feathers”. This poem is one of my favorites, as its main motif is hope. Dickinson compares hope to a bird “that perches in the soul”. Through her extended metaphor, she discusses the significance and influence hope has in one’s life. She explains how hope becomes the drive for success, even through the darkest of storms.
Hope is the thing with feathers (254)
I’ve heard it in the chillest land,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.
Hannah Johnson was hired on January 23rd as the new Guidance Department Secretary to replace Heather Lorrain who accepted a new job as the church administrator at the Congregational Church. Ms. Johnson is originally from Waterville, Maine, but spent summers in the Boothbay region. She attended college at Wheelock in Boston and majored in hospital based social work. Ms. Johnson previously worked at the Goddard School, a new private school in Massachusetts, where she was the assistant director. Ms. Johnson says she “loves BRHS so far and her favorite part of her new job is meeting all of the lovely students.” She enjoys spending time and hiking around her new home with her fiancé and son. Ms. Johnson is a great addition to the BRHS family.