April is National Poetry month. To celebrate, Parnassus traditionally prints a literary edition featuring work from DCHS students and staff. It was more difficult to track down work this year while under quarantine, but thank you to those who submitted work.

War

by Kaylee Vice, grade 10

She wants to fly

To feel the air on her face

she wants to be free,

she doesn’t want to worry

About everything anymore

she feels like a slave to her own heart,

Always worrying about everyone but herself

her brain is in constant war with her heart.

she can hear the whispers her brain says about her heart

It hurts her deeply,

She doesn’t know any better

She’s done this her whole life

Only knowing love for others and not herself

her brain rules over her heart like an inhuman dictator

While her heart is the rebel who always walks

On thin ice trying not to break through

Always deceiving her brain

she wants to fly

To feel the air on her face

She wants to be free

From her brain and her heart

For they are no longer friends

Change by Mrs. Angela Murray

Coronavirus came and changed,

   made us rearrange…

      everything.

How strange to see, to be,

   covered, protected, scared.

Alive in a time where an invisible bug

   wormed its way…  

      into our everyday.

No one knows, can’t, but tries to predict          

   the end, no more sick.

Going out, we can’t, might endanger;

   staying in, though, causing anger.

Everyone hopes, prays, endures,

   waiting for the day 

      that brings a cure.

Time by Mrs. Angela Murray

Pennies

by Owen Broadstreet, grade 6

Brown, Bronze, Beautiful

Smooth, Rough, Bumpy

Perfect, Imperfect, All worth the same

Years, And years, And years some more

 withstand the destruction of time

Shiny, Dull, New, And old

Each one made the same

Tiny, Small, Big, or Tall

They can make the biggest impact of all

In God We Trust

In God We Trust

But who do we trust when there is no one to believe

Withstood death

And Disease

Hardships

And Heartbreaks

Dismissed as nothing more than pocket change 

E-Pluribus Unum

Out of many, One

So little value

So much is done

For a little old penny

That has been left out in the sun