[Before], [After]

by Mademoiselle Turner, SHS French Teacher

The Discarded

by Ms. Whall, SHS English Teacher

 
Remove the obvious outer layer
of human leavings:
bent bicycle rims that
create new geometric forms,
roseate blooms of urine and blood
growing atop mattresses,
fast food containers blazoned
with neon logos and
indelible cartoon creations.
Discover deeper down a doll,
perhaps named Tilly,
whose one china blue eye
glints in the sun.
Unearth a mahogany mantle
hand-carved with fleur de lis.
Discover a browning photo of
“Mary on her first birthday,
November, 1959.”
Notice peeking out from behind
her buried image,
a faience blue vase signed by Peter.
Almost overlook, resting beside it,
a bloated notebook
whose cover reveals
in perfect Palmer Method
“My Private Thoughts.”

A Bit of Haiku

by Officer Hocking, SHS SRO Officer
A Beautiful Place

A Diverse Community
​
The Town of Sharon
Sharon Public Schools

A Strong, Diverse Learning Place
​
Where Students Flourish​

Dr. Cho

by Gabe Miller-Trabold, Class of 2020

The Mission

by Ms. Whall, SHS English Teacher
Electric
train
blue
and
super-
man
red
dragonflies are on a haphazard mission
to
save
the
universe

A Selfie With Klimt

by Mr. Perron, SHS Special Education Teacher

Gates of Horn

by Mr. Fazzio, SHS Social Studies Administrator and Assistant Principal

 
Rites of passage I have had my share
With their twisting turns and their long lost stares
Peace and passion rage and despair
Yes, this and more have brought me here
And I have passed through the Gates of Tears
Ship wrecked dreams I have known for years
But now I am standing at the gates of horn
Where dreams come true
Where dreams are born
And I’ll take my leave at the Gates of Horn
I have wrestled with my existence here
Careers and roles beliefs and fears
I have yet to find an answer here
To the age old question of why we’re here
And I have passed through the Gates of Tears
Ship wrecked dreams I have known for years
But now I am standing at the Gates of Horn
Where dreams come true
Where dreams are born
And I’ll take my leave at the Gates of Horn

Winds will blow and love it bends or breaks
But time roles on in a ceaseless wake
You cannot have what cannot be
So you cut your losses and roll to the sea

And I have known the gates of Ivory White
Whitewashed dreams lost in light
But now I am standing at the Gates of Horn
Where dreams come true
Where dreams are born

And I’ll take my leave at the Gates of Horn
Some will say the gates are but a dream
For they do not exist and they cannot be seen
And I was would say they are of your heart and mind
And you can see them there if you’ll close your eyes
And I have passed through the Gates of Tears
Ship wrecked dreams I have known for years
But now I am standing at the Gates of Horn
Where dreams come true
Where dreams are born
And I’ll take my leave at the Gates of Horn

Lub Dub

by Mr. Snow,
​SHS Biology Teacher