The Bluestocking 2023-24

Lauren LaCalamita Grade 10 Nostalgic Winds

Summer’s sun beaming down Time ran slow, almost in my favour Yet faintly, I knew it was counting down I didn’t want it to end, the thought made me waver All good things must end But here I stand, sand between my feet Feeling younger, I see myself as an old friend Old naivety tastes so bittersweet The clock hands will truly move one way only Yet through their consistency, I feel no speed No urgency to leave and return lonely To leave my memories and declare myself free To live in the past would be bliss Something I know we all wish Our memories spiral into an abyss The winds of nostalgia make the trees swish Moving on, growing up, packing boxes Boxes filled with plastics holding moments Old belongings holding onto the past’s paradoxes Materialistic components Maybe it is my time to stretch my arms far out Farther than they can reach Time to grow out of the past and all my doubt It has given me lessons I now must teach

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