Student Publishing Program ::

Zoe C.

Song Session

As I clap along to the beat of the guitar
I feel beads of sweat form along my hairline.
Our tight circle of white-shirted singers is
ten degrees warmer than the summer night outside.
The next songs starts, and we jump up and
down with our arms in the air,
singing despite the fires igniting in our throats.
The week’s gossip and drama forgotten,
We unite and become one voice, and one soul;
a sea of song and spirit.

I am a wave in this raging sea.

[TABLE OF CONTENTS, LHS CLASS OF 2010 EDITION]