Pumpkin's Green Vines

Jenny Rae Jones, University of Georgia

Creative Corner, Winner

As the sun drifts away,

the scarecrows come out to play.

They dance and leap, through fall’s

leaf heaps.

Splendor is the autumn breeze,

flowing through the dying trees.

The full moon shines, on the pumpkin's

green vines.

The foggy forest glows, as the owl's eye shows.

Throughout the night, the scampering paws

and the bat’s flight.

The darkness through the wood,

as the ghosts sing as they should.

A beautiful autumn night, with only a little

fright. 

When it hit me: I’m a first year vet student

Entry, Foot in Mouth Disease
Terra Berardi, Ross

It hit me when formaldehyde,

began to smell like home.

It hit me while my brother was eating chicken,

and I proceeded to tell them about the muscles and bones.

It hit me when I acquired a million pets,

that I meant to only foster.

It hit me when I used words like “distal” and “proximal,”

to give driving directions to my father.

It hit me when I forgot,

what having a social life means.

It hit me when every study break involved,

the consumption of caffeine.

But it hit the most when I sat down,

to write this submission,

because it was a way of feeling productive,

while procrastinating on my study of nutrition. 

Entry, Creative Corner
Eric Yeager, Cornell Univeristy  

Like a gathering of power, 

it rose in crescendo, faster and louder, 

drumming, matched by my heart.

 

In the stands, shouted numbers 

and urging compete for attention 

like the men on their backs with switches in hand.

 

My eyes close and I see them, 

whipped only by high grasses, urged only by wind,

heads and tails held high, grace greater than any "God’s".