"Untitled"      By: Paul Moffett


When Guinevere was born, the sun broke through
the clouds that had been raining all that night.
She opened wide her eyes, so small and new;
The sunshine bathed her perfect face with light.
I thought that must be how all babies are.
The world takes note, because the world has changed.
But Margaret went unnoticed by the stars
And I thought that it was strange.
She is as much a miracle, and as rare
As beautiful, as lovely, as adored
As was her sister. Why should the sky not care?
Why should her birth by nature be ignored?
"Because she is herself" the answer came
"she's not her sister. Don't force them to be the same."



"My Plundered Gold"       By: C. Harlick


When                                the sun
                         had                     all     
                                                             new
                                                              light.
I thought                             how 
                                                             changed
                                              the stars
And 
                           a miracle,


                                                   the sky      
                              by nature 
                     is
      not                                               the same