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.


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