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Prosody is published by North Shore Country Day Upper School students each spring and offers a wide sample of creative works from the junior kindergarten through 12th grade.
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ABOUT OUR COVER:
This year’s cover artist is Rachel Mabie, Class of 2012.
Rachel describes her work in this way: “This composition is a part of my Advance Open Studio photography project called ‘Urban Roots’. Two photos have been overlapped. The originals were taken in completely different settings. The sunset is from my trip to Hawaii and the glass bottles were hanging on a ceiling in New Orleans. One image is from a natural setting and the other is from an urban setting. My intention was for the seemingly dissimilar images to complement one another. I love the way different photographic subjects can blend to create a deceiving new work. Digitally manipulating images adjusts the original meaning of the subjects, they may invite the viewer to think about the environ-ments and also the process provides me with a great deal of artistic freedom.
I originally became interested in photography by viewing pictures that my peers had taken and realized - I could give that a shot! Pun intended.”
pros· o· dy [pros-uh-dee] – noun
2. the stress and intonation patterns of an utterance.
Origin: 1400–50; late Middle English. Latin prosdia, Greek prosidía.
PROSODY2012
A special note of gratitude to the members of the North Shore faculty and staff who helped channel art and writing submissions to the staff and proofed our final layout.
Juliet AinsleySebby Biggs Emmett Bluhm Avery Brock Lauren Castleman Alexandra CharnasEmilie Duquet Eno Dynowski Paula Fiegl Bowie Frucci Geoffrey FlickingerAlexander Freiburger Matthew GreensteinMalcolm HansellFinnegan JunkermannSam Junkermann Ava Khan
PROSODYArtists & Writers
LOWER SCHOOL
Zander Khan Samuel Ledden Jackson MacejkoAlexandra MorganKatherine NolanIsabelle Ornstein Louise Prindiville-Porto Eloise RichardsonBrody Rountree Anna Roszak Sarah SommerRachel Sontheimer Emma Smirl Zinzi Steele Elizabeth Stevenson Jack Worth Lauren Zabors
Hanna CunninghamOlivia LandonMelissa OstroffShemar JamesMs. Kate Puccia
Caroline AbramsHayun Cho Clayton CottinghamDeclan Falls Quinn Gray Shemar James Harin JangAnnie Kane Rory Kelly Olivia Landon Hannah LumbergKelly Macfarland Will McClanahan Alexander Mitchell Zak NelsonIlhana Redzovic James Robinson Annie Roge Katherine Simmons Mary SturgisJamie Swimmer Abby Trott Madeline Ugarte Tess Weiner
Richard AustinTess Considine Annika DuPuisClayton Durning Cade Frucci Tala Glass Claire Gupta Owen Hiland Avery McCall Aidan Mitts Olivia Reed Adeline RohrbachBrent RolfesBernhard Sanders Margaret Tabb Antonia Theodosakis Kelly Zabors
MIDDLE SCHOOL UPPER SCHOOL
EDITING STAFF
Katherine Simmons 12th
Leaves fall in the winterMy arms droop down to the groundMy trunk is quite oldAlive for generationsFound living in strange places
Alexandra Morgan 4th
OLD WILLOW TREE
Alexandra Charnas 4th
Eno Dynowski 5th
Carefully, I exit the building and a new world becomes tangible to each of my sensesI watch as hosts of vehicles breeze by, headlights opening a gate to a new lifeTourists and businessmen alike scamper past with their sights on a clear endpointYelling, laughing and singing, locals enjoy the ever-moving eveningLike an incandescent inferno, skyscrapers illuminate the heavens, leaving a scar in the skyIn spite of the synchronized beeps of traffic, a smooth kicking beat is inevitably heardFrankfurt, Venice and Beijing pay a visit to my nostrils; a peculiar group but wonderful nonethelessEvery step I take flows on the pavement like the lyrics to a beautiful hymn
It’s late, but I have no intention of leaving this placeThe city is my home, and I wouldn’t have it any other way
CITY LIFE
Alexander Mitchell 9th
Samuel Ledden 2nd
Especia bestia puraSan oso perezosoanimal hermoso, cariñoso y perezosoque abraza el árbol como si fuera un amigo queridoanimal peludo, lento y dulceque acaricia las hojas con sus uñas gruesascomo un oso de peluche suavecomo el rey de los árboles
Paula Fiegl 5th
Thick, pristine beastSaint Slothbeautiful, caring and lazy animalthat hugs the tree as if it were a dear friendfurry, slow and sweet animalthat caresses the leaves with its thick nailslike a soft teddy bearlike the king of the trees.
When they sleep, their breathing is rhythmic,Their breath melds with the soft lulling of their dreams. These are
dreams about the future. I dream about a world full of amazing and memorizing beauty, with vibrant colors bursting on every street of an urban area. Maybe there are buildings that are so high they don’t just scrape the sky, but that they puncture through the cloudy ceiling. They might get caught in the sky and the wind and be pulled and tossed into leaning and bend-
ing in shapes. Maybe they are dancing with birds that gracefully fly around and
through the land, controlled by no one and nothing.The people in my dreams are respectful, just, and thoughtful of one
and all others. These people are not just phantoms of my dream.They are people who can be found in anyone.
They are the unconscious fraction in everyone that is simply waiting to be uncovered, discovered, and brought forth to consume the other
personalities in ones self.If I open my eyes and wake, I might leave this dreamland utopia and substitute it for reality, but I could instead open my eyes to others and find myself slowly, building the social aspect of my dream. If other people also open their eyes and wake up to others, we will have world understanding, and with that we can branch out to each other. With those same braches, we must create a tree of peace and kindness.
MY DREAM
Malcolm Hansell 5th
Abby Trott 11th
Cade Frucci 8th
Olivia Reed 8th
If your phone beepsAnswer itIf you don’t like Chinese foodIgnore itIf you are lonelyRead itIf you are busy Delete itIf you wanna comeReply to itWe are going out to eatYou can come tooJust don’t complain and say“What text? I never got it!”
NEW MESSAGE
Hannah Lumberg 9th
Emmett Bluhm 4th
Zinzi Steele 3rd
Harin Jang 12th
Avery McCall 8th
Claire Gupta 8th
One window is all I need to see a reflection of who I can be
One window is all I need but my window changes goes with me
One window is all I need and through that window I can see...
notes dancing in a starry sky, fullness of color like an aurora in the night,
a single light guiding through seas, through deserts, through forests...,
One window is all I need.
ONE WINDOW IS ALL I NEED
Tess Considine 7th
Jamie Swimmer 11th
If I were in charge of the world on Sunday,I would drink diet coke for breakfast.
If I were in charge of the world on Monday,It would be Chanukah.
If I were in charge of the world, every Tuesday,It would snow.
If I were in charge of the world on Wednesday, We could have free classroom choosing all day.
If I were in charge of the world on Thursday,I would go to the airport and fly a plane.
If I were in charge of the world on Friday,I would have lunch with the President.
If I were in charge of the world on Saturday,My teachers would come to my house.
Matthew Greenstein 1st
IF I WERE IN CHARGE OF THE WORLD
Sketch me in your own way. Draw short lines. Give me an attitude. But you can only draw in the lines. You can’t change my look. That’s all mine.So try to sketch me that way.It’s hard. I’ve tried.
Draw me the way you want. Mold me like clay. Push me into a ceramic disk, And I will stay. Paint me with color. Paint me bland. No color added. Just grey like the sand.
But you can’t change me inside.You don’t draw 3D.I am who I am.And that’s the way it supposed to be.So sketch me all you want. Mold me,Stretch me,Rip me all you like.You can try to change me.Try to create me the way you like.But I am who I am.So sketch me that way.It’s hard.But try.
Annika DuPuis 8th
SKETCH ME THAT WAY
Zak Nelson 9th
Rory Kelly 10th
Sebby Biggs 4th
Aidan Mitts 6th
Avery Brock 1st
Bernhard Sanders 7th
Kelly Zabors 7th
Antonia Theodosakis 8th
The beeWill Sting
On a warm spring dayAt the lakefront. Becasue the peoplegave a swat and a fling
while swinging on the swing.
THE BEELouise Prindiville-Porto 1st
Petals overlap
I stand out in a garden
stretching towards the sky
I have a prickly stem
Emma Smirl 4th
A ROSE
Rachel Sontheimer 4th
Madeline Ugarte 9thLA PLUIE
La Pluie.La pluie bleue.
La pluie bleue et belle.La pluie bleue, belle, et froide.
La pluie bleue, belle, froide et fraiche.La pluie bleue, belle, froide, fraiche, et sombre.
La pluie bleue, belle, froide, fraiche, sombre et hypnotisante.La pluie est sèche.
Rain.Blue rain.
Pretty blue rain.Cold, pretty blue rain.
Cool, cold, pretty blue rain.Somber, cool, cold, pretty blue rain.
Mesmerizing, somber, cool and cold pretty blue rain.The rain is dry.
Quinn Gray 10th
Does the wind blowor a flower bloom in springdoes rain fall yet never hit the groundwill the earth shake and not ceaseCan love exist without any meaning
IF LOVE COULD LIVE
Richard Austin 6th
La luna brilla por encima de todolas sombras que son visibles durante el día, desaparecen en la oscuridad de la noche,esperando al sol a revelarse.La luna que es conocida por su belleza está orgullosa.fuerte, majestuosa
En la luz de la luna, la vida nocturna empieza a revelarse. un hombre, cuya casa fue ejecutada, se arrima en una caja de cartón,llorando hasta dormirse.Dos hombres atacan a una mujer que es inocente y aterrorizada en un callejón.Peligro, terror, incertidumbre
La noche también trae la paz.Una chica escribe una nueva historia, cuyas palabras podrían llevar a una nueva generación, a la paz, bajo las estrellas.Una chica y un chico juntos en un abrazo caminan por el parque, mirando hacia el cielo nocturno.Como la noche, su futuro está vacío e incierto.Sino también como la noche, es suya para pasar juntosAmado, tranquilo, fuerte
La noche tiene doce horas que muchas personas pierden por dormir.La noche es realmente un mundo en sí mismo.Es un mundo de maravilla, de poder y de peligro.El silencio de la noche tiene su propia música,incluso si no somos capaces de escuchar.La luna es el guardian de la noche, y es la luz que guía a las criaturas de la noche en casa.
LA LUNAKelly Macfarland 12th
The moon shines over everythingThe shadows that are visible during the day, disappearing into the darkness of the night,waiting for the sun to reveal them.The moon that is known for its beauty is proud.strong, majestic.
In the light of the moon, the nightlife begins to reveal itself.A man, whose house was foreclosed, snuggles in a cardboard box,crying himself to sleep.Two men attack a woman who is innocent and terrified in an alley.Danger, terror, uncertainty
The night also brings peace.A girl writes a new story, whose words could lead a new generation to peace, underneath the stars.A girl and a boy together in an embracewalk in the park, looking at the night sky.Like the night, their future is empty and uncertain. But like the night, it is yours to spend together.Love, quiet, strong
The night has twelve hours that many people lose by sleeping.The night is really a world within itself.It’s a world of wonder, power and danger. The silence of the night has its own music,even if we are unable to hear it.The moon is the guardian of the night, and it is the guiding lightfor the creatures of the nightto home.
As you wash up shoreCrashing down on the warm sandCarrying shells to deepSplashing Crashing all aroundCrashing Smashing every thing
WAVE
Eloise Richardson 4th
Annie Kane 10th
Annie Kane 10th
Yes, The only thing you see is immature and wildThe idea that comes to mind when you think of a childYou see OUR bad behaviorBut never OUR inside colorsAlways comparing US to the kids of othersWE are taken for grantedBut WE’re smarter than you thinkObserving the world in OUR stroller with each and every blinkYou feed US sweetsSo WE will forget past’s painBut, WE know every trick in your adults’ books and-Games!WE are given toys so that they may replace your presenceWhen it is so simpleThat your time with USWould be OUR greatest presentOUR voices blocked by your wicked pacifiers
Meanwhile, there’s a truth in OUR tears instead of stereotyping us as massive criers
You constantly ignore US…Until WE get you richThan you mooch off of US with your cold greedy lipsWE try to email you,But your inbox is too full for US
THE CRIES OF AN OFFSPRING
Shemar James 10th
WE cannot afford your fare-WE aren’t able to ride your busSo don’t exaggerate on how tall WE’ve grown and how old WE areBut of the matureness WE’ve shownAnd how OUR talents will get US farNot that you’ve noticed or told US
You don’t completely know USEven though you had USBecause WE purposely show gladness instead of mad fuss
Part of Us will be lost and what shall you never findIf you continue to be blind, there will be no chance to rewind, unless you choose to search through all time, maybe you can avoid paying the future fine……If you soon to fail the tone of you’re talking, And refuse to change the way of your walking, Your constantly locked door, Will soon be silenced of knocking, And you shall never discover… The faint CRIES OF YOUR OFFSPRING...
Anna Roszak 5th
Elizabeth Stevenson 2nd
One Day IStepOutside ofMy doorAnd look at the leavesOn the trees,But the next dayIs a mysterySometimes I take foodAnd life for granted,But I try to stayPositive and notAnd not think about the worldPotentially ending,Or my family and IRunning out of foodI think about howGrateful I actually amFor my family, food,Water, and shelter.Some of those thingsMillions of kidsDon’t have.I wonderWhy.
Bowie Frucci 5th
I DON’T KNOW…
Mary Sturgis 12th
Celestial disruption for the good of mankindGalaxy falling down The cosmos is cryingBut she cries tears of joy At the life to be cultivatedThe nourishment she gives Overwhelms in goodness GreenLifeGrowth The emotion is pure, pure and green
Ilhana Redzovic 11th
STORM
Zander Khan 2nd
Tala Glass 8th
Annie Roge 12th
Finnegan Junkermann SK
Isabelle Ornstein SK
Geoffrey Flickinger SK
Sam Junkermann 2nd
Dolphin
Swift, Playful
Gliding, Squeaking, Jumping
Talking mammal of the ocean
Leaping gymnast
Sarah Beth Sommer 2nd
Brody Rountree 2nd
I am like an artist drawing a sunsetfocused in front of the canvasI am like a woman, a woman winning a raceA race in the OlympicsI am like a spy trying to solve mysteriesthat are all around me.
Adeline Rohrbach 8th
I AM LIKEJuliet Ainsley 2nd
Lauren Zabors 5th
Two worlds converge on a pathWhere tall grasses collide with busy lives.Runners and bikers fly past,Music drowning their boredom,As geese soar silently overhead.Divided by a yellow line,The path provides direction,Organizing the footprintsOf productivityOn their concrete tour. As a defiant paw printSoftlyScutters to the water’s edge.
James Robinson 9th
THE YELLOW LINE
Margaret Tabb 8th
Brent Rolfes 8th
Olivia Landon 11th
The plane ride is UncertainBut I have made this trip since I could walkI think I am stretching untilMy bones cradle the ocean and both countries
Here my body is in mid-flightLike a broken kite I hoverAnd slowly land The string has always pulled meAway and towardsAnd I have grown to ride the windLike thisAnd eat my own questions
I live in airportsAnd I have breathed airSince I was smallThat never understood me
I am in between
And cheap vodka and angstBut I know the painIn unspoken history of people who work hardAnd are never rememberedIs greater
Hayun Cho 11th
I AM
Do I write to be noticed?Who can tellWhen there are so many voicesIn my handsAsking me to remember and perhapsUnderstand
I am always losing thingsImportant and closeAnd the words remind meLike the small heaps of earth and bone I visitThat were my parents parents parentsin the rain and my sisters and I stand silent for a while andclutch each other like we are going to fall
They remind meThat despite the tearing and weight of two hemispheresI still have a soul.
Jackson Macejko 1st
Jack Worth 1st
I want to feel like I am appreciatedWhen I walk into the room
I want to feel that I will be missedwhen I leave
I want to be the best......for onceI want to stop being laughed at
Every time I tripI want to make a friendAs easily as him
I want to dress in styleAnd wear shoes as tall as hers
I want to stop being judged by what I look likeBut for whom I am
I want to dream in color When I fall asleep
Katherine Nolan 5th
I WANT TO DREAM IN COLOR
Will McClanahan 9th
Caroline Abrams 9th
Lauren Castleman 3rd
Alexander Freiburger 3rd
Rippling watersKoi fish and cat fish swimmingFull of busy lifeLong grass growing on the edgesShutting down for the night
POND
Emilie Duquet 4th
I did but once enjoy your lightOn summer’s eve, the darkest night:Your fingerprints impressed the sky,Your pale skin caught my wand’ring eye Now just the outline of your ghost,Orion’s memory at most,Sometimes scribble faded stories here,The remnants sure to disappear I once found refuge in the shade,Once found shelter in light decayed,In nature’s sleep and in its dreams,But now I’m lost without your beams Your dimming patterns leave me brokeAnd on your poison do I choke
Tess Weiner 12th CONSTELLATIONS
Declan Falls 10th
SUN
Ava Khan 4th
stunning beams burningmelt everything in its wayreflecting off glass windowshot as it heats the worldscorching dry grass with its heat
Owen Hiland 6th
Planes that go faster than the speed of sound, trains that levitate by magnets, and cars powered by solar panels using as much energy a hair dryer. All of things are not dire. Everything in such a rush, the world can’t just hush. Our generations can’t be slow; all they want to do is go, go, go!
Clayton Durning 6th
DESCENDENTS (inspired by Ancestor)
Clayton Cottingham 10th