Abington High School Student Arts Magazine 2016-2017 | Page 20

Nomadic hunters of a dream,

A dream to escape

squalor and screams.

Another day, brings another frown.

Dads racing for work, in broken towns.

Kids huddle around the rock they call Mom.

The hope in her eyes keeps them calm.

But soon this stone erodes and cracks,

And we’re left with these degrading facts:

Dads once playful, bursting with joy

Are now a husk, merely employed.

Mothers once divine, never sad

Now seem to forget that ancient fad.

The gleam the families once projected,

Is now a memory of spirits defected.

Migrant Workers

Cam Curney, 2020

Charlotte Ciampa, 2019

Abbey Brown, 2017

Mother vs. Nature