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A collection of student art and literary works authored by
Wolfeboro students, including those read at the annual
George Greenwood Poetry and Prose Festival
2022
the rust ponder
Painting by Ivi Tabakova
George Greenwood and his always captive audience
(English class, circa 1978)
Mrs. Elizabeth Greenwood, wife of George Greenwood, and
son, Tom Greenwood (former Wolfeboro Faculty Member),
at the George Greenwood Poetry and Prose Festival.
Special appreciation to Amy Donnelly and
Kyle Reynolds, organizers of this year’s
Greenwood Festival.
Mr. Robert Demaree, Wolfeboro Poet Laureate
AT THE CAMP SCHOOL—July 2022
by Robert Demaree
The tents by the Teaching Grove are empty,
Will be coming down soon.
I walk along the lane
And hear echoes of the summer,
The voices of teachers and students,
Waiting to be scattered.
What has been gained here,
What will be remembered of these five weeks?
Friends they may not see again,
The confidence to start afresh
At new schools in different places,
The teachers who persuaded them
That they could write,
Or draw or succeed.
The teachers will file their reports,
Take their own kids
For a last look at the pond,
Lash kayaks
To the tops of their cars.
by Robert Demaree
Something important about high school students:
They are able to form communities quickly.
The young people at the camp school
Arrive in June, a hundred of them,
All strangers to each other.
In five weeks they have bonded,
So that, gathered as a group,
They are able to call out to their friends
In noisy recognition and friendship.
This afternoon they read their poems,
Itself an act of courage,
And they invite me to take part.
After the reading a girl of 16 or so
Wants to ask about the
Craft and discipline of poetry.
She has read with confidence and feeling.
What is required, she asks,
What must one do?
Listen, I tell her,
Listen and watch
And remember.
Collage by Ally Racine
Painting by Andy An
ENGLISH FACULTY
Amy Donnelly
Wolfeboro Camp School
William Eberle
Waterford School
Paul Ejzak
Shady Side Academy
Patrick Livingstone
Holderness School
Rebecca Plona
Miss Porter’s School
Kyle Reynolds
Brewster Academy
ENGLISH AS A SECOND LANGUAGE FACULTY
Jolanda Ferguson
Sturgis Charter Public School
Jane Herold
The Hotchkiss School
Todd Palmer
Brewster Academy
Robert Wojtowicz
Sturgis Charter Public School
READING FACULTY
Edward Dobry
Berks Catholic High School
Don Duffy
St. Andrew’s School
Matthew Stark
Asheville School
STUDIO ART FACULTY
Lauren Hammond
Brewster Academy
LEADERSHIP
Patrick McInerney Head of School
Wolfeboro Camp School
Laura Cooper Dean of Faculty
Brewster Academy
Edward Cooper
Academic Dean
Wolfeboro Camp School
Robert Hyjek Asst. Head of School
Wolfeboro Camp School
Photography by Brian Fisher '81
Painting and Collage by Elsa Pastorelli
Table of Contents
Questions for Nature by Diana Baffor .........................................................1
The time by Moyo Ogungbadero .................................................................1
A Day in Wolfeboro by Vincent Akanbo .....................................................2
The broken girl by Lina Paykar ...................................................................2
Untitled by Owen Blount .............................................................................2
Money by Jeongmoo Lee .............................................................................3
Untitled by Montse Del Toro Arcila ............................................................3
ignite by Balian Jones ..................................................................................3
The college choice by Nadja Meite ..............................................................4
God’s poem by Brett Connolly ....................................................................4
Untitled by Micah Tulin...............................................................................5
The trees by Ally Racine..............................................................................5
Freedom by Mark Zhao ...............................................................................6
The Biggest Choice by James Schrager .......................................................6
Untitled by Reece Throgmartin ..................................................................7
We Alone Sprout Thorns by Alex Nemec ...................................................7
Untitled by Owen Schwartz ........................................................................7
home sweet home by Lauryn Rong .............................................................8
The Tree by Aidan Milone ..........................................................................8
glas by Teo Joseph ......................................................................................8
Miss by Hashima Moradi ............................................................................9
Student artwork completed during the 2022 session
is featured throughout the publication.
Painting by Eric Yan
Jewelry by Elle Hill
1
Questions for Nature
by Diana Baffor
I look at the sun so bright in the sky,
Makes me question whether life is real or a lie
Whether it is a dream, a simulation we are running through
Or a sequence of events that has been planned for you
Yeah, I look at the grass so green in the soil,
Makes me question whether death is real or a lie
Whether it is because we are short of dreams
Or simply because we cannot seem to wrap our heads
around the boiling streams.
But this time I didn’t look at the sun or the soil
This time I looked at you and all the makeup you have on
And I asked what are you trynna hide
Your cheeks, your face, your eyes
Yet maybe beneath all this mask
There is a kind, beautiful and nice you
That I will like to see once or twice
In this dreamy life of mine
The time
by Moyo Ogungbadero
The time is 7:04.
As I close the front door,
I feel something in my core
that I’ve never felt before.
The time is now 7:08.
I don’t want to be late,
so I walk out the gate
to get to the place where I’ll choose my fate.
The time is now 7:33.
I can either
Painting by Jack Wang
Collage by Haily Brodine
Drawing/Painting by
Isabelle Tariverdi
2
A Day in Wolfeboro
by Vincent Akanbo
The mornings, wet and cold,
and silent
Tired bodies awakening.
The afternoons, dry and blazing,
and noisy
Tired bodies persevering.
The evening, dry and chilly,
and loud
Tired bodies falling to sleep.
The broken girl
by Lina Paykar
She is the girl who wants to throw herself
in the water,
Thinking water can take her life and set her
free.
She is the one in love,
She has been cheated on,
Thinking of killing herself
She is the broken girl.
Tears coming down from her cheeks,
dark eyes.
Thinking to kill herself
water could save her,
or start a new life
don’t give up
Jewelry by Sophia Tariverdi
Painting by Phoebe Lightburn
Painting by Eric Yan
Untitled
by Owen Blount
Person to person, we pass the money
hand to hand, we never know
who acquired this dollar long before
who held it last, we will never know
Collage by Ryan Shao
Clay piece by Ethan Dunbridge
3
Money
by Jeongmoo Lee
Money is like a water.
we can’t live without water
we can’t live without money also.
Money is a life.
Many people live for money.
Money is air.
Also, money is important to live.
Untitled
by Montse Del Toro Arcila
Friends who you care about
you love the most.
Friends are special,
lovely, funny, family.
Friends are part of your life,
friends are family. Friends
are the people who you
enjoy being around the most.
ignite
by Balian Jones
When I turn the key, my brain ignites
Loud, rumble, shaking,
I shove in gear and pop the clutch,
1, 2, 3, 4, 5,…60
Lurch, jolt, jump, drag,
I crank the wheel to the freeway
Swerving, lurching, careening, speeding,
that’s a corner ahead,
rip the hand, slap it down,
I’m sliding,
sliding, sliding, sliding
front wheels gain grip,
drift, crank wheel apex
drifting through the perfect
corner
Collage by Ari Arad
Collage by Eric Yan
Painting by Andy An
Jewelry by Val Kreckler
4
The college choice
by Nadja Meite
The girl is stuck between where she wants to go and
where her parents want her to go.
Her dream is to go to Princeton, and her parents’ dream for
her is to go to Stanford.
Now she is scared that her parents will be upset.
She thinks about making the right choice.
She is trying to ignore her parents’ choice.
She is imagining herself in her dream College.
She wants to make her parents proud, but she also
wants to make herself proud.
Her parents can’t wait to hear her decision.
Now the young girl is undecided.
God’s poem
by Brett Connolly
God’s got the world in his hands
he’s got a plan
In the church is where he would stand
I worship him no matter how hard
this is not a rap
but I’m spittin’ these bars.
Adam and Eve 2 people next to a tree
They are hungry so plz
But God told them not to eat
the fruit that was sweet.
After that there was Cain
he brought the world confusion and some pain
But then Jesus came and cleaned up his mess
He told them Heaven was next
But crucifixion Got the Best of him
Sacrificed his body for the rest of them
Disciples of all nations was the message man
So listen to this God’s plan.
Painting by Alice Kent
Painting by Phoebe Lightburn
Jewelry by Lina Paykar
5
Untitled
by Micah Tulin
You think you deserve so much less than
what you’re owed from the world.
You’ve been burnt too many times to count,
so you put up shields and swords, charging in
first before someone throws the first blow.
You think you’re sharing too much and I won’t
like it, but you don’t tell anyone anything.
You don’t believe in your beauty, but you
haven’t seen yourself from another’s eyes.
You have eyes that are written about in
songs, a soft shade of blue that I could
stare into for hours, if only we had the time.
You ask why I’m so good to you, it’s because you
have the kindest soul, and you deserve to be cherished.
You blush and get flustered when I compliment you,
because you don’t get complimented enough.
Whether you’re holding me while
kissing in the rain, or under the cover in the morning,
your arms are where I feel safe.
I could listen to you tell stories about your
life for as long as we have.
The trees
by Ally Racine
Trees, the trees talk to me
I feel they have faces and feelings
Because they always seem so free,
Even when stuck in the ground they go
with the flow they never mind when
the wind blows. Trees, Trees with green
leaves that turn amber in fall they will
always be around they have seen it all.
Drawing & Painted Rock by
Moyo Ogunbadero
Painting by Reese Binder
Collage by Jing Luo
Painting by Val Kreckler
6
Freedom
by Mark Zhao
He is the man imprisoned in the long-lasted jail.
His hands are pressed onto the jail wall which wet weather made
it easy to break.
He is the bird looking forward to freedom but is trapped in a box,
who is now given the chance to escape.
It could be a hope, or the event giving him more punishment.
He wishes he could be set free.
The man imprisoned in the east corner in the long-lasted jail
hasn’t decided yet.
Looking at the easy-break jail wall and thinking about his family.
He thought about his wife and his kids, he had to make
a choice.
He got a spoon from dinner and started digging at night.
Three years could change everything and he can’t wait to regain freedom.
The decision had been made by the man in the long-lasted jail.
Regain freedom or to be caught, is what the fate would decide.
The Biggest Choice
by James Schrager
The largest choice of her life.
Should she leave? Or listen, and stay?
On the border, of Russia. Physically.
Mentally.
She knows the right choice. She can’t leave yet.
But soon, it might be too late.
The government, telling her to stay.
The freedom of the other side, urging her
to come over.
To cross. Leave her family. Her past.
A leap of faith.
Leaving everything and everyone,
She has ever known.
A better life.
No longer Russian.
Needing a new country to call home.
Freedom.
Drawing by Brett Connolly
Painting and Painted Rocks
by Eric Yan
Painted Rocks by Ally Racine
Painting & Clay by Harry Kaufman
7
Untitled
by Reece Throgmartin
My best friends! They’re all so
kind to me and everyone. Amazing to
hang out and even eat with. They are
the best people I have met at this camp.
It’s weird how I have only known
them for almost four weeks. It’s felt
like I have known them forever!
They are all so trustworthy.
And help me when things get tricky.
Like that one time there was a
spider in my tent and Ivi came
and got it. Haha! Their names are
Alice, Ivi, Kate, Londyn, Charlotte, Grayson,
We Alone Sprout Thorns
and Jing! Thanks for being the best friends!
by Alex Nemec
I myself
Assume the Assumptions
fearing the worst
Why hurt thyself?
Why does the delicate, elegant rose sprout thorns?
I myself
desire safety
fearing the worst
Yet, why does the chick leave the safety of the shell?
How does it know the pain and fear outside its small,
protected world is worth it?
because
we ourselves know
we can survive this world Alone
Painting by Ari Arad
Untitled
by Owen Schwartz
An animal as we are
would hesitate to
do something for
nothing, a pretty penny
isn’t bluffing. Just
ask for something,
A pillow fluffing,
bike pumping.
Rope jumping?
Done for something
at the end is worth
Nothing.
Drawing by Val Kreckler
Painting and Painted Rock
by Ryan Shao
8
home sweet home
by Lauryn Rong
Some people spend whole lives looking for it
others scramble to find it quickly
Some people find refuge in others
others prefer to dwell alone
Some people say they knew the feeling immediately
others spend all their time thinking
Some people like to say home is where the heart is
others argue it’s just where your bed is
Oh home, everyone wants to go home
but my home is wherever I’m with you
The Tree
by Aidan Milone
The tree bent in the breeze,
And its branches danced with ease,
As the leaves swirled around,
The roots dug into the ground,
The trunk became taller and taller,
As it grew without a sound.
glas
by Teo Joseph
jag elskar glas de suroka got glas som
komner fron Sveirge smaka Best.
Collage by Tallulah Ticheli
Painting by MJ Haught
Painting by Eric Yan
9
Miss
by Hashima Moradi
Miss is a word we can’t explain, but we can feel it.
I will miss Mao’s laugh when we joked with each other and started our day by calling, “Hashima.”
I will miss Elsa helping every time when I went to her because of my problems. She always said, “Don’t worry,
I will help you.”
I will miss Jing’s caring and her beautiful heart when she came to me to talk, and I listened to her.
I will miss Montse when she said, “Oh my God, you know what, just five more days!”
I will miss Ivi’s big hugs every day, and I can feel how strong she is to come from Bulgaria to the US all by
herself.
I will miss my tentmate, Ally, when we talk about how our day went, shared our feelings, listened to her
playlist, and how we always say, “Good night with sweet dreams.”
I will miss being in class with Matteo, Soh, and Pablo, and pronouncing each other’s names differently.
Making jokes and having discussions in Mrs. Herold’s class about The Prince of Mist. We have the best class!
I will remember being in the art room and making jewelry, playing songs in the pavilion and dancing with Kim,
going to the waterfront to learn how to swim with Molly and Maleika, All School Meeting and cheering for
green, playing games in intramurals, and supporting our team.
I made memories from every minute I spent here, and it is going to be in my collection of happy memories. I
have to say thanks to Wolfeboro, because it was the reason I made friends with Pablo from Spain; Mao, Soh and
Kanon from Japan; Elsa, Matteo, and Stefano from Italy; Jim from China; Montse from Colombia; Diana from
Ghana; Mingyu from Korea; Andre from Russia; Ally, Reese, Ari, Moyo, Henry, Micah, MJ and my best
friend, Axel, from all different parts of the United States.
When I came from Afghanistan last year, I had lost myself. I changed from a happy and funny Hashima to a
quiet girl in the United States. But when I came to Wolfeboro, I made friends again – like best friends. I never
expected that I could make best friends from different countries – and Wolfeboro is the reason for this.
I remember when I talked to Maleika about how hard it is to make friends here, and she said, “I promise you
will meet your best friend here.” “My dear Maleika, I did!”
Thank you, Wolfeboro for happy morning, exciting days, and for the peaceful nights I had here.
Jewelry by Shai James
Friendship Bracelets by
Elle Hill
Jewelry by Ivi Tabakova
93 Camp School Road, P.O. Box 390, Wolfeboro, NH 03894-0390
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2023 Dates
Students Arrive:
Wednesday June 28
Students Depart:
Wednesday August 2
Wolfeboro’s Mission
To strengthen study skills, confidence and
academic independence while building academic
skills in preparation for the next school year.