Haddonfield Memorial High School
Teacher: Ms. Holly Maiese
If my head goes one way
And my body spins away
How must I find an Adventure?
A grand, wide, sweeping journey
Past rocks and boulders
Fields of grain, glowing stars-
Glowing stars of candles burned too low.
Skipping stones and hidden city corners
Cities with purple undereye smears.
Cities that sweep you in with rhythmic, discordant notes
Harmonies of coffee, of tea and midnight stargazing
‘Til the rocking of the waves opens the eyes
And the fish fly-
Skipping above the glimmering peaks.
Caps of frost in the morn,
And snow-tops on shining mountains after noon
Mountains so bright the moon looks dull.
But I spy a bird and it takes me back
Back to her nest in a tree
A tree quite like the one out my window
Where I would sit and try
And pretend to fly-
Fly high enough to see something new.
But the tree is gone
And the eagle is too
So I must return
Return to my books and ‘rithmetic
And maybe if I add enough sums up,
I can turn the imaginary numbers into something real,
Something real like one or two,
And fly away on a journey-
An Adventure, I suppose
An Adventure or two.