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Midwinter Drawings by Maggie Nelson

Zach and Nellie 

Midwinter Drawings by Maggie Nelson

Sophie Rose,  Diana, and Nellie

How I Longed to See the Moon By Alex Anderlik

"How I Longed to See the Moon"

How I longed to see the moon

Her aura casting shadows cross the hills

How I wished upon a shooting star

That passed the Luna's circle killed.

 

The scientists claimed it a breakthrough

A leaping bound in Mankind's shoes

The scientists had deciphered

How to shoot the moon.

 

Oh no, you say, but nay, it may;

The great machine armed with harpoon

Oh no, you say, the day is gay!

But the scientists yearned to shoot the moon.

 

The stars defended, the sky upended

This surely would not do!

The stars defeated, the sky unseated

The scientists would proceed to shoot the moon.

 

The sirens sounded, the story spread

Folks, do not adjust your set

The Sirens wailed, their story dead

And retreated to the churning sea.

 

The people debated, an angry chorus

Yea or nay, they could not say

The people screamed, and tore their hair

For it would soon be the end of day

 

Time was short, and all was ready

The machine set upon the heavens

Time was up, the Luna rose

And shone throughout the heavens.

 

The scientists prepared a speech

The spotlight burning bright upon their coats

Upon the great stage of Life they stood

As these words poured from their throats:

 

Thank you for coming, it is our greatest pleasure

To unveil our latest breakthrough

Please remember to silence your phones

For the remainder of the presentation.

 

We would like to explain our motives

Why do we want to shoot the moon?

We would like to make it clear to you

That this is the right thing to do.

 

So ask yourselves:

 

Is the moon not our one true bane?

She dances in our very light

Ruler of the spitting seas

Empress of the night.

 

She comes, she goes, everyone knows

The path of Sol's faithful wife

For back and forth flow the waves

Throughout all your lives.

 

You were all born into this world

With only one purpose: to die.

You have all lived in the world

Yet you are living, living a lie.

 

Do you not wish for something better?

Ever wanted the tides to turn?

For Luna has trapped us in her cycle

And for that, her barren wastes should burn!

 

The people heard, their protests deterred

Perhaps the scientists were right

They're trained professionals, after all

And we all despise the night.

 

So they all took one last look

Upon the shining moon

The scientists put on their goggles

And launched the great harpoon.

 

We sought escape from the cycle

We had placed our own selves in

There is no beginning nor an end

There is no way to win.

 

The oceans twisted in frothing rage

The night was darker than ever before

We thought we'd broken off the chains

But we only locked the door.

 

And upon a throne of broken bones

I sat, my goggles stained with sweat

My own harpoon impaled the moon

And my heart stung with regret.

 

Oh, how I longed to see the moon

Lost in the quest for control fulfilled

How I wished upon a shooting star

That passed the Luna's circle killed.

Welcome to the Young Friends Crier Blog!

Welcome all! 
This is the first post of (hopefully) many of the Crier Blog!  
Please contribute your amazing creativity so it can be better shared with other Young Friends, as well as  the rest of New England Yearly Meeting. We plan on receiving Art work electronically through email or Facebook.  If you have paper art work that you cannot scan, please send it to Nia, so she may scan it and email your art work to the crier.  If your art is music, then by all means, please send it to us! We would LOVE to post it, and will!  All written poetry and stories or photos should be sent to us via email or Facebook in the way that you wish you're writing to be published.  
Any other forms of art that we have failed to mention are welcome to the crier blog!  We look forward to posting your work and sharing it with others! 


Sincerely,
The Crier Committee