New Park, Pennsylvania

I am from New Park, Pennsylvania which you’ve probably never heard of

I’m from the house at the bottom of the hill

I am from a town where everybody knows each other

I am from Gretchen, the lady who makes the coffee at the gas station

I’m from a family so close you would swear we have rubber bands around us

I’m from Peppermint, who was a cat, but more like a friend

I am from vegetable gardening with Poppop to flower gardening with Mommom

I’m from “Play with fire & you wet the bed!” whenever my cousins and I started burning the marshmallows for fun

I am from cornfields that never stopped

I am from being the girl whose Daddy went to jail

After my uncle died, I was from “Never go past the driveway!”

I am from Nascar and making deer jerky on Sundays after church with Poppop

I’m from pictures being taken again and again and again

I’m from my cousin and long time best friend Abby Rae

I’m from camouflage rain boots, boy clothes, and sparkly tiaras

I am from Aunt Tay Tay who had me convinced she wore a perfume labeled Cigarette

I’m from bee stings, bug bites, bruised knees, and scabs

I’m from time traveling to the future everyday in my backyard

I am from New Park, Pennsylvania which you’ve probably never heard of

Cameron Males

The Thing I Miss the Most

Watching the competition step onto the field.

Seeing the girls get into formation.

Feeling butterflies just waiting for the whistle.

Watching the ref blow the starting whistle.

Hearing the crowd yell my name.

Touching the ball for a through in.

Having grass and dirt flying around like little airplanes.

Waiting in anticipation for the penalty kick.

Drinking water like a fish.

Sprinting up and down the field like a lost dog.

Hearing cheers from all around.

Hearing the final whistle being blown like a train.

Running off the field.

Clapping the losers hands.

Being handed a trophy.

Falling asleep in the car.

Loving the beautiful game.

Madison Mowery


Aleppo Syria

The saddest place is syria.

It is the worst area.

It should be peaceful,

But it is more hateful.

It would make you cry,

Or maybe even mad.

They would like some honey,

Or just a little bit of money.

They would love to be here,

And they would be happy and cheer.

Vanesha Vazquez

There’s Always Adventure

I’m from twirling spaghetti and slurping it up as fast as I can, so I won’t get spaghetti sauce on my mouth.

I’m from a neighborhood named Lakewood Estates which is in the middle of nowhere.

I’m from a sister who is in Philadelphia making it seem like I’m an only child.

I’m from creek hopping and Crayfish snapping at my fingers.

I’m from four cats giving me a cold and a dog barking at every loud noise that comes in the house.  

I’m from a long trip up to Allentown to see my favorite cousins.

I’m from the freshly cut grass that just came from the running lawnmower.

I’m from “Duuddee” every time my dad and I greet from him coming home from work.

I’m from Led Zeppelin and Nathaniel Rateliff blaring from the radio.

I’m from crossing the woods to meet my best friend Jake at his house.

I’m from the smell of the smoke from the fire burning and staying up until 1am.

I’m from the vast lands of Italy.

I’m from being disgruntled every time the Eagles play.

Caleb Leanza

How I Remembered It…

What it’s all about: This poem is based off of the horrible disasters in Aleppo, Syria. Sadly, at this time there was war  happening, and all the beauty was destroyed. The perspective I had on this poem is: what if you went back to a place you knew and loved, and found it ruined. All you have to hold on are what you remembered. Hints the name of the poem “How I Remembered It” . As you read this poem, think of your favorite place one day only to find it destroyed the next. I will leave you with this one burning question as you read this poem. How can I help?

A place,

that I had come to know.

Full of golden streets,

And market sweets.

A place where the

laughter and enjoyment are

heard from every corner.

Old architecture says hello

to the new flowers that bloom differently every year.

Too bad the flowers won’t get a hello this year, or the next…

Sadly, there will be no flowers or architecture,

there will be nothing at all.

Everything was dull…

There was more rubble, sadness, and war.

What once was beauty, is now ruined forever.

The sound I hear now are cries and screams for a better day.

Everything was gone…

That’s how I see it now… and that’s how I will remember it…

Valentina Zamora


Where I’m From

I’m from Lake Wallenpaupack, north of a two-thousand foot mountain.

I’m from loving the cold.

I’m from chanting “Paupack Pride” every Friday night, and hearing On Wisconsin played by the school marching band.

I’m from parasailing on the third largest lake in Pennsylvania.

I’m from clearing a path through the snow for your car before going to school.

I’m from driving 20 miles to the closest store.

I’m from being surrounded by forests.

I’m from cool summers and cold winters.

I’m from enjoying peace and quiet.

I’m from laying on the roof, relaxing, enjoying the summer sun.

I’m from sitting, wrapped in a warm blanket, talking to my best friends over XBOX, or Skype during blizzards.

I’m from sitting on my porch, playing guitar for hours on end, often to get a single lick right.

I’m from creating stupid things with my friends, like a bike with skis on it to take down the ski slopes.

I’m from eating the best chicken parmesan that I have ever tasted.

I’m from not caring what people think.

I’m from The Dark Side of the Moon.

I’m from knowing that two of the most important things in life are friends and family.

Michael Gorman


The Place I Came From

I am from Lancaster, Pennsylvania where everyone from outside the state thinks we are all Amish

I am from the house that told me from right from wrong, like D.D.S.D

I am from a place where it is ok to speak your mind and say whatever you want  

I am from a place where I am always welcome and that place and that is called my house, gram’s house  

I am from the place where it always smells like a cow’s rear end

I am from Pennsylvania where everyone says, “hi how are”  

I am from the place where the best days are the snowy ones so you can sit inside and drink hot coco

I am from the treestand where I learned life lessons about a Life and stories I will cherish for a lifetime

I am from a little town called Millersville

I am from Lancaster, Pennsylvania United States Of America and my name is Sam Cox

Samuel Cox

All About Me

I’m from a place where the best news is that a steer got out of his pen.

I’m from a small home then one day I moved into a “mansion”.

I’m from being raised by loving parents.

I’m from a family who loves to cook and bake, and they’re good at it too.

I’m from the smell of a bakery and fresh cut flowers.

I’m from the clanging of dirty dishes to the annoying sound of the timer going off.

I’m from a small school that no one knows, LeTort.

I’m from going to the mountains and spending time with family.

I’m from where those old photo albums are kept.

I’m from a family where I am the oldest grandchild and great grandchild.

I’m from those old country songs that I still listen to.

I’m from learning the importance of agriculture.

I’m from the place I call home.

Kalee French

How I Grew Up

I’m from a small town called Manheim with my elementary school two blocks up the street, then a small house on top of a hill in Conestoga.

I’m from being the youngest child and being picked on by an older brother and two older sisters.

I’m from a big pot of homemade chicken corn soup.

I’m from a family with big hearts and attitudes.

I’m from watching my brother work on his cars.

I’m from a family gathering and great food on every holiday.

I’m from going out to eat every Friday after we picked up my dad from work.

I’m from learning electrical as I was growing up from my grandfather’s electrical company.

I’m from living with all girls since my parents split up when I was nine.

I’m from going into my best friend’s house every weekend in Lancaster who I met from our dads being best friends.

Joshua Pridgen

I’m from…

I’m from the small town of Conestoga, just south of Lancaster, near Millersville.

I’m from delicious chicken pot pie to golden rivels in chicken corn soup.

I’m from Safe Harbor, which resides close to the water tower, and the dam.

I’m from a family of teachers, except for a few.

I’m from competing in football and lacrosse.  

I’m from working hard in the fields, to resting on Saturday mornings.

I’m from one end of Conestoga to the other.  

I’m from pork and sauerkraut on New Years, to roast beef falling apart in the crock pot.

I’m from an only child household, to competing on a team with others.

I’m from “always be on time, early but never late” to “don’t burn bridges.”

I’m from several cats to none.

I’m from playing till dark, to now working till dark.

Caleb Walton


I’m from the suburbs of Lancaster,PA.

I’m from a small brick house in a peaceful neighborhood.

I’m from wasting more time on YouTube than I should.

I’m from the mountains,staying in a worn out cabin.

I’m from penn manor middle and high school.

I’m from the Death Star just trying to keep the emperor happy.

I’m from gaming for 60% of my day.

I’m from skate shops and stolen skateboards.

I’m from rock and roll, dubstep, and anything but country.

I’m from using an unnecessary app to text.

I’m from too much Mcdonalds and Two Cousins.

I’m from not liking to write stories,essays,or poems.

Zion Keagy


My House

I’m from Coffee Street where every day the house smells like coffee.

I’m from a house where coffee with creamer is not considered coffee.
I’m from a 5 minute walk to my grandparent’s house that smells like cinnamon hearts.

I’m from a family that supports all my sporting events and encourages me to try something new.

I’m from a wake up kiss from my dog.

I’m from a place where traveling is always a must.

I’m from a house that wakes up way too early on the weekends.

I’m from a blue eye and brown hair house.

I’m from “ride safe and don’t crash” when I ride atv.

I’m from a have fun kinda house.   

Toby Singer


The walls have seen more than the humans that have owned them. Things that people love to talk about, and things that happen behind closed doors. They saw your first birthday where everyone was smiling while you were shoving cake in your mouth because all you knew then was that it was sweet. They saw when you sprained your ankle and had to be on crutches for a little while so your mom brought you food and drinks so you didn’t have to get up. They saw you and your best friend jumping on the bed singing your favorite songs together. They saw  your brothers sneak into your room and take your things and they saw you find out and tell. They saw you bring your new boyfriend over for the first time to meet your parents (who were not thrilled but they smiled anyway). They saw your first breakup. The tears, the crying, the heartbreak. You thought it was the end of the world but they knew that there would be more. However, they knew that they would still be there to comfort you. They’ve seen the tears, despair, smiles, laughs. They’ve seen your joy and your sadness. The walls have seen it all.

Olivia Beck

Bump Bump

Bump Bump

I can hear my heartbeat with anxiety

Bump Bump

There goes the footsteps downstairs

Bump Bump

He’s getting up to stand even with his opponent

Bump bump

Stomps due to anger

Bump Bump

Fist smacking against the wall

Bump Bump

My heart pound with the realization that is my family fighting down there


The sound I hear the door make when I hear my brother slam the door to never be opened by him again

Audrey Bublitz

Words Are Just Words

What Is love

Love Is hard

She was my love

She loved me so

From there to here

Is where I go

So little she said

So little I knew

I listened to her

She listened to me

Night after night

It was like a dream

I kissed her once

And that was It

I begged for mercy

I said three words

5 minutes later

She still didn’t care

Tried my hardest

Not to mess up

She smiles then looks

To only meet my lips

I thought and thought

Not sure what to do

So I got on one knee

And she said I do

Coty Pike

These Days Always Lit

I’m from a place that smells of pine and sap.

I’m from a place that is called Columbia.

I’m from a small patch of woods behind my home.

I’m from a old trail in the back yard.

I’m from some sketchy ramps in the front.

I’m from making my brother go first on those sketchy ramps.

I’m from the halls of OLA and the mats of P.M.

I’m from the countryside but listen to rap.

I’m from not worrying to not caring.

I’m from eventful days and bike rides.

I’m from “I just can’t right now.”

I’m from the bad home cooking and the burnt chicken.

Thomas Keener

I’m From Happiness And Love

I’m from cinnamon and sugar running up the stairs.

I’m from tears on a bean bag chair and a lot of Scooby Snacks.

I’m from delicious brown corn and lumpy, white mashed potatoes.

I’m from looking at the planets and stars so there’d be no more crying.

I’m from strict love and kindness from the best grandmother in the world.

I’m from “40” year old Aunt Sandy who we visit almost every year.

I’m from a parent who isn’t much of a father , who supports us whenever he pleases.

I’m from unnecessary sadness and flags and flowers.  

I’m from a hamster named Saturday and a lost dog named Diamond.

I’m from a grumpy old neighbor with a little white pooch.  

I’m from the big, orange moon shining up in the sky.

I’m from four girls and four boys all in one home.

I’m from the neighbors house who is practically family.

I’m from broken bones and stitches and jumping off the roof.

I’m from babies and toddlers whose names I don’t remember.

I’m from cookies and milk and a semi-creepy guy whose name is Saint Nick.  

I’m from watching The Little Mermaid every single day.

I’m from scrumptious banana bread every other week.  

I’m from getting up and sitting at the “boys table” even though that was “wrong”.

I’m from friends that eventually turn into family.

I’m from gorgeous people who are unaware of their beauty.

I’m from queen savages who are just a little mean but I love them dearly.  

I’m from way to many group chats and lots of surprises.

I’m from sweet guys and girls who truly underestimate themselves.  

I’m from love and happiness no matter where I go.

Mary Michael

Chapter 1: All Started With a Demon

“I’ll be right there!” That has become my catchphrase ever since working in the tavern. I went from a royal guard to a beer wench.  Due to my injuries, I was forced to retire. Due to the severity of them, I couldn’t make the journey home alone. I was on the streets till the bartender rescued me. It’s been four years helping him and eleven years away from home completely. I was able to become apart of the head section and had to be at the main camp which was days away from home. Life was great then. Being at the top of my prime and kicking butt. All I long for now is just to settle down and have a family.  A girl can dream can’t she?

Speaking of dreaming a rather dreamy man walked into the tavern. He was a demon but definitely didn’t have the intimidation factor. There was something different about him. He just seemed so….Human? He seemed so uncomfortable in the crowd.

“Excuse me sir, would you like me to seat you now?” I asked in my sickly sweet voice.

“Yes if you could,” he replied looking down at me.

Now this guy was tall and I was short. He’s about 6’5” and I’m like 5 foot exact. I was like a child leading a giant. Hopefully he was a friendly one though. I’m getting super sick of all the jerks running around here.

Audrey Bublitz