Student Publishing Program ::

Cameron Ulmer

A Trip Through

In that awkward place,
Between sprawling suburbia,
And tranquil wilderness,

That rejected land,
Where the older boys would smoke,
And the younger kids stayed away,

Where the smell of cigarettes
Is noxious as ever, I venture
Into the realm of sacrilege.

I see a spoiling stump,
Smell rotting brush,
And hear an absence of life.

There are decaying nails
And putrid plywoods,
Overlaid with ripened carpeting.

I see peeling paint,
On fractured frames, that
Shielded the evil done here.

I shudder, averting my eyes,
Coughing out the smoke,
And run back home.

[TABLE OF CONTENTS, LHS CLASS OF 2011 EDITION]