The Voice Issue 29: May/June 2017 - Page 41


And dust, being a fragile material,

Crumbles with the passing of many years.

And so those mountains added their life dust,

To the earthy lands, and sandy seas-

I'd be hopeful in my thoughts to think;

That when time comes to take my dust,

That it be merciful, and sprinkle-

My shimmering dust into the night,

So that I might live among the stars;

And shine light below, on the passing cycles.

- Benton Cesanek, Crossroads Academy, Lyme, NH

Desiree Holmes, Essex Jct., VT