Hamden Hall Country Day School - Perennial Pine Yearbook (New Haven, CT)

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DYING EMBERS The last flame of our campfire slowly dies, And now the embers on the blackened earth Gleam scarlet here and there through sifting ash And like the twinkling lights of some small town, Seen from afar across the bay at night, Flash on and off and on again 'till day, And like the city lights,at first grey streaks Of coming dawn, the embers one by one Cease glowing-abruptly gone-and as they die, Faint wisps of smoke float up into the air Like mournful souls arising from the dead. Charlotte Freeman Form VI This poem received honorable mention in the National High School Poetry Anthology. THE LITTLE CHAPEL 'Twas only a little chapel, Lost And Was on a country road, the rectory by its side a humble, small abode. The The And wooden pews were hard and rough, altar, immaculately plain, each window let the sunlight Filter through its simple stain. The vigil lights winked on and offg The sunlight brightly shone, Not a thing was stirring, yet, I knew I was not alone. 'Twas only a country chapel- Poor, but worth more in grace Than the richest of all churches And cathedrals any place. Russell Doolittle - Form V This poem has been published in the anthology of the National High School Poetry Association. Forty-four