Student Publishing Program ::

Louisa S.

February 5

I step out into the warming sunlight,
The splendor before me blinding and bright
Slowly fading to a glow,
I begin to see the ocean of snow reaching forth

I resettle my hat.
Adjust my gloves.
And once I hear the quiet click of my boots in the skis
I set out on the adventures that lie ahead

Sailing through the unmarked surface
I carve out a path.
Weaving in and out, through the trees
Nothing comes before me to guide my journeys

No other trails to choose between
But the ones I make myself.

[TABLE OF CONTENTS, LHS CLASS OF 2011 EDITION]