The Mighty Oak

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-

Jacob Leonard


The Experience

The Experience


They sit and bicker

Pumping out posts

Working together

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

One departs

The discussion continues

The work is forgotten

Distractions ensue

As the time runs out

the process remains

Never stop thinking

Ideas pulling on the reigns

Griffin Kane

Poem of the Week: March 27th-April 2nd 

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!

Poem of the Week: March 20th-March 26th

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.

BRHS Considers New Schedule for 2017-2018 School Year

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.

Poem of the Week: March 6th to March 12th

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)

Emily Dickinson, 18301886

Hope is the thing with feathers

That perches in the soul,

And sings the tune without the words,

And never stops at all,


And sweetest in the gale is heard;

And sore must be the storm

That could abash the little bird

That kept so many warm.


I’ve heard it in the chillest land,

And on the strangest sea;

Yet, never, in extremity,

It asked a crumb of me.

BRHS Hires New Guidance Department Secretary

      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.