Table of Contents

1 Part I: Redwood

2 red wood - Chloe O'Loughlin

3 rain wood - Chloe O'Loughlin

4 warm wood - Chloe O'Loughlin

5 Part II: Yosemite

6 sequoia - Lili Bazargan

7 waterfall - Lili Bazargan

8 flame - Lili Bazargan

9 Part III: Canyonlands

10 foliage - Delaney Mangan

11 rainbow - Delaney Mangan

12 true peace - Delaney Mangan

13 Works Cited

14 Works Cited (cont.)

Part I:
Redwood

1

red wood

Chloe O'Loughlin

Thick, far reaching, immense 
Roots digging deep, bark breaking
They call it “red” wood.

2

rain wood

Chloe O'Loughlin

Rain beats down upon my leaves
Pitter, patter, until each drop shatters
A stream of life gathers in my weave 
Making it hard not to reprieve 
All until the sky becomes dry 
No more pitter, patter until I  begin to cry
Revive the water to drop a little longer
My branches spare just enough to share
Down below, where my roots grow low
The quivering returns from heights far beyond the clouds
As long as I am able 
I will do all I can to keep this earth stable.

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warm wood

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Chloe O'Loughlin

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Part II:
Yosemite

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5

sequoia

Lili Bazargan

sequoia stands tall
having been through it all

during the winter, snow wraps her like a blanket
during the spring, birds nest on her branches
during the summer, her roots are dry and parched
and during the fall, her leaves depart 

for 3,000 years, her heart has been beating 
at 300 feet, she’s watched life go by 
to her, our days are fleeting 
she takes the hits of mother nature and keeps breathing

last winter, her brother passed away 
his jagged corpse stares at her every day
and when the flames roll in every other year 
she keeps up her armor and braves them without fear 

sequoia holds onto history 
every year of her life etched in memory 
and even when the day of her death arrives
the rings of her past will tell stories of past lives

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Lili Bazargan

at 1,900 feet, you feel invincible 
standing at the precipice
below you, endless falling water 

yet, you feel humbled
deafening roar in your ears 
the world screaming in your face 
hitting you with tears

telling you to change your ways 
if you don’t, it might just run dry 
empty, the world will die 

7

Lili Bazargan

flame

in the bitter cold, there is a flame
an ember in the ashes
in the piercing silence, there is a whisper
a gentle brush on your cheek 

the sun falls asleep 
the world grows dark 
the birds call out 
the insects hum

the reeds dance with the gentle breeze 
the earth sings a lullaby

the flame rests atop a cliff 
frosting its tip 
gleaming red and orange
for a few minutes a day

the clouds hold the flame in a warm embrace 
begging the beauty to stay 
but beauty is fleeting, like the flame 

the sun is now asleep 
the world fully hidden  
the birds in their nests 
the insects are quiet 
the breeze takes a rest 
the singing has stopped 

you look up and notice 


the flame is gone.

Part III:
Canyonlands

9

foliage

Delaney Mangan

An abundance of land and plants,
always beautiful sights at first glance.

Even though this place is a desert,
life springs from every piece of dirt.

Flowers sprout up everywhere,
nature is always treated with care.

Growth forever roaming free,
providing homes for a happy bee.

Needles needing nothing but fresh air,
never experience moments of despair.

Many animals do their happy dance,
in an abundance of land and plants.