A Quaint Night At dusk, the solemn boy took a stroll by the riverbank, With a forlorn spirit he wandered aimlessly, searching, but for what he didn’t know. The algae grasping the wall and the shallow blue water, just like the shallow feeling in his heart. Like the flow of the river, he felt his heart simply floating away. He saw a quaint duck shimmer through the water and wade. “Oh wade, oh wade,” he called out to the little duckling. The duck began to build true spirit in his heart. The nighttime mist brought awe and a heartwarming touch, A renewed sentiment for his life. by Alec Voss Del Vecchio ’31 71
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