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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

school@wolfeboro.org TEL: (603)569-3451 www.wolfeboro.org

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.

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