Viking Call

Upper Merion High's Student Newspaper


Dragonflies and Bluebirds

Supposing that the droplets fall once more,

And the orange emblem shimmers once less,

Bluebirds will refuse to eagerly soar,

And incorrectly will the sights progress.

Once accompanied by friends: walks alone.

Feathers that bonded, all fallen apart.

Swallowed from the air are specks of a blue tone,

Flight far gone when puddles form at the heart.

Withering sunflowers mirror the sun,

When the nectar dries and the music fades.

The field feels flooded, the water’s a pun,

Written on paper that rustles with spades.

But perhaps the dragonfly will glitter

As the storm becomes a silent whisper.


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