Author: Haley Lunde
Grade: 12th at Carlton High School
1st place Live Arts Contest
As I sat in the school hall this morn’
I took notice of the wakening rise,
Making the school seem old and worn.
As that light just rightly tilted against the floors,
Dusty old ghost prints made their way
Marking their existence
Like footprints on sandy shores.
The sparkling light continued to rise
Provoking the prints in a backward run
And though in the light, our spirits do lie,
The culprit behind this ghost, is the sun.