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Saga Creative Writing Contest Winner: Sarah Haley

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Sarah Haley is the winner of the creative writing contest for the poems category. In the fall she will be attending Gonzaga University in Spokane, Washington to major in English. Haley is very involved at Valhalla, not only is she the President of the Creative Writing Club, she is also on the Varsity Academic League Team, and she is one of the senior AP Art students working on the 2016 senior mural. When Haley is not devoting her time to school she spends her free time creatively writing, reading, baking, and hiking. 

Here is her winning poem:

The Luna Lily

            A trellis of vines of sweet blossoms grew,

             All having bloomed to magnificent beauty.

             But one remained shut tight with lock and key.

             A late bloomer oh, yes.

5          But why not she opens,

            No one can ask

           For she is shut tight with lock and key.

           As spring days came to pass and turned into summer,

           The sweet blossoms began to wilt,

10        But one remained unscathed,

             Shut tight with lock and key.

             A late bloomer oh, yes.

          But why not she opens,

            No one can ask

15        For she is shut tight with lock and key.

            Now blossoms do wonder,

             In beauty and old age,

            Why she does not open.

           Too shy to open up at bright sun who shines on them all?

20        Too burdened with grief of having no beauty at all?

            A late bloomer oh, yes.

            But why not she opens,

            No one can ask

            For she is shut tight under lock and key.

25        The blossoms now shriveled

              With last dying breaths, ask:

              Why she does not open?

            And know she’s a dead bud.

             But she is shut tight with lock and key.

30        Deep in the depths of the folded petals,

             She hears the dying breaths of the lilies,

            And asks why not she opened,

           But replied to herself once more:

           I am shut tight with lock and key.

35        The summer blew away,

             With the new fallen leaves of autumn,

           And yet again she asked:

             Why not she opened,

            But instead of reply of a lock and key,

40        She spoke of dread.

             Was she beautiful enough,

             To unlock herself with the key?

              Would she be dreadful like the lilies?

             Would the autumn sun kiss her sweet face,

45        Or turn his bright rays away?

             All this she pondered,

            Until sun’s bright rays went under,

             And darkness took its place.

            She finally spoke,

50        After long deep thoughts,

           And said:

           I am a late bloomer oh, yes.

           But why I never opened,

           I did ask.

55       And for my answer I do give:

             I am no longer shut under lock and key,

             For I pondered on my beauty

            And my thoughts of the outside world,

             And decided I am not under lock and key.

60        With final words complete,

            Her petals finally did unfold,

           But to her great surprise,

            She did not behold the sweet golden sun,

             But the silver beams of Luna.

65        The nightingale watched,

            From among the corpses of the blossoms,

           And beheld the beauty of another,

            With petals like Luna’s silver tears,

            And the kisses of stars

70        On tips of silver petals.

           With such beauty held before him,

          The nightingale then sang,

           His sweetest song,

          To the Luna lily’s blossoming, into being.

                  (The nightingale’s song)

75         A bud remained under lock and key,

              A late bloomer oh, yes.

             But why not she opened,

             No one could ask

             For she was shut tight under lock and key.

80         The summer blossoms taunted,

             And always thought her dead,

            But she sat inside herself,

           Wrapped in thoughts of dread.

           In the cool autumn wind,

85        The blossom did wonder,

           Why she did not open.

           And answered:

           Do I have beauty,

            And a caring soul?

90       Am I too shy of the autumn sun’s caress,

            Or will he simply turn bright rays away?

            But she replied:

            I am a late bloomer oh, yes.

            But why I never opened,

95        I did ask.

            And for my answer I do give:

           I am no longer shut under lock and key,

            For I pondered on my beauty,

             And how I wanted to be,

100      And decided I am not shut tight

            Under lock and key.

           With that her petals opened,

            But to her great surprise,

             She did not behold,

105      The golden glow of the sun,

             But the silver beams of Luna.

             Her petals were like Luna’s silver tears,

             And star’s kisses shown on petal tips,

            And she beheld her true beauty,

110      And rejoiced with such a gift.

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