Poems of Autumn

By Anonymous

In anticipation of the poetry contest, we first asked for poems by word of mouth.

October

By Anon.

I'm here in your car, and it's freezing cold

I'm just barely seventeen years old

I feel my heart begin to unfold

I want to see the future in the clear blue sky

But it's still a little tricky to look into your eyes

I have dreams that terrify me, I guess it's still bittersweet

My biggest fear shows up when I can't eat

I was praying for my life to change,

You're here now and it's all so strange

Thank you for dealing with me,

and all of my cliché philosophy.

(Notes of Nagog Hill)

by Ella Byrne-Cabot

Near Sarah Doublet Forest, named for Littleton’s final Praying Indian, rests Nagog Hill Orchard

Sloping grove of apple and peach trees

The final apple orchard of a town

once known for its quantity of orchards

The final praying orchard

January: Bid for “Proposals to Lease, Manage, and Operate"

February: Bid closed

June: Farmed

September: Select Board votes to form group to decide what to do with the much taller and unpruned trees

Overgrown and wild, will the apple and peach trees become indistinguishable from Sarah Doublet's oak and maple?

psat

By Anon.

buying #2 pencils and filling in the bubbles like we did in second grade

how did our little hands fill in the gaps with lead

we've been tested since shaker lane our little bubbles filled to be read

by the machines that have it made

so that a stray scratch on the paper will confuse it

all we can hope is that because of the preparation we won't goddamn lose it