Featured in the 2014 Fall Issue of Rambunctious
Glow Stick Trees Colin Howe, '16 There’s a place I know, a lonely lost crick Where the trees glow, leaves shimmer in time Seconds waste into hours, running par with the Rhyme And the stars become flowers, to color my mind The voice’s on the wind now, for when I go blind Words will whisper in tune, as loud as divine I’m lapping them up, as I fall to my knees Feeling their manic, majestic disease