Student Publishing Program ::

Leah Leshchinsky

A Man Stands

A Man Stands,

On top of a hill,

Panting, silently,

Around the age of forty-five,

His jeans smeared with paint,

Hair bleached from summertime,

And hands,

Coarse from being used too often.

From ways away, a sigh,

A melodic whisper,

Trickles,

Flows from his lips,

His eyes,

Or are they really eyes?

Through the towering grass,

Creates a breeze,

As he watches the scenery,

Watches the sun blush once again.

A man stands alone,

On top of a hill.

But what do I know of that man,

Or how he got up there?

He silently breathes,

Laughs? Yells? Cries?

Then Continues On.

[TABLE OF CONTENTS, LHS CLASS OF 2013 EDITION]