Poems
The colors of trees changing over our head
Orange and yellow, brown and red
As temperature falls, like in the name,
But so do the leaves of the trees, in its fame.
But just before winter where ice starts to crawl,
a colorful midway, a season named fall.
- Toby McGough
Life of Stage Crew
The draw of the lights
The sound of the stage
All the action is up there
But we are the ones who run it
- Sam Root