Little Inklings 2024

OUR OTHER STORIES By: Marina Weber ’29 Tulips are starting to live As some roses are beginning to grow old Having bright new colors to give Memories to withhold Winter is as cold as ice While summer resembles a boiling pot Fall lights are sacrificed In spring, new blooms are brought A sky’s sunset from blue to red It seems like nature’s gold As tree’s seeds are spread Different stories are always told ROSES By: Sophia Sachar ’29 Petals very soft, Like satin and silk. Beautiful colors, Red as apples, white as milk. Poised with grace, A sight for sore eyes, But buried deep within Is a weapon in disguise. Thorns circle the stem. That’s really unexpected. But my opinion of the flower Somehow isn’t affected. Because the flower is pretty, My finger brushes against the thorn, But to my great surprise The skin there is torn. I’ve learned my lesson now, To learn, not to judge, And that there is pain, Even when it appears as love. 46