To the Editor: “Greek Life” Sitting upon the window sill I gaze through the glass, Through the window, And upon my life. The trees grow tall and proud Reaching the height of a giraffe. The owls …
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To the Editor:
“Greek Life”
Sitting upon the window sill
I gaze through the glass,
Through the window,
And upon my life.
The trees grow tall and proud
Reaching the height of a giraffe.
The owls perch and watch
Upon branches so high.
A meadow of daisies flows
All around them,
As dolphins swim and play
In the vast ocean.
Men sail by, smiling and
Singing in the sunshine,
Hoisted up high, flew a
Skull and crossbones flag
Dancing in the wind.
They drop the anchor to
Steady the boat,
Each picking up a single
Yellow rose floating by.
High above soars a finch
Holding fast to a glistening key.
Landing upon a window sill with
Sturdy marooncolored
bricks,
A patch of shamrocks
Flourishing nearby,
It gazes across the land.
Breathtaking,
magical,
Home.
United, intertwined,
Each individually unique,
But together complete.
Caitlin Baker, SUNY Potsdam