As the year closes and students and teachers start to look back on the past year with the Frederick Dreamcatcher decided to look back ourselves with some poetry. Below are several pantoums from Mr. Coon’s...

The wind howled as early morning began. The winter season had no thoughts of mercy and the snow continued to fall without stop for the second day in a row. “It’s about time you showed up!” Howard...

Let's face it, it has been a frustrating year. Fortunately, some students in Mr. Coon's Creative Writing class found a way to vent their frustration about the year using one of the newest trends in poetry,...

Forget the pandemic for just one second, there’s another crisis that needs to be heard. The Amazon Rainforest is shrinking, receding; we can’t ignore it and pretend it doesn’t exist. We have...

Stop what you are doing, You’ve been going much too fast; There is something you are losing.   This busy life you have been pursuing, Soon it will all have passed; Stop what you are doing.   Your...

The bell rings overhead, signaling the end of our class period. I gather my things and walk out from the English classroom towards the lunch room, where I’m supposed to be meeting Jayden, my boyfriend....

So, there’s a Shakespeare class at Frederick that consists of mostly seniors and some under classmen. Here’s a few sonnets done by the seniors back in February and some ranged from incredibly hilarious...

I pull a California stop at the next red octagon I encounter, which earns a slight eye roll from myself at my own driving and a smart comment from Rachel in the passenger seat. “Nice stop,” Rachel...

The sun blazed on our roof, turning the house into a scorching hot convection oven. August was not a kind month for our 100-year-old house. Any cold air produced by our pathetic AC unit would leak out...

“It’s about time you showed up.” Sydney closed the apartment door behind her to find her roommate Faith standing in the kitchen leaning against the counter, arms crossed and tapping a foot on the...

“Come on, come on.” I whisper to myself anxiously. “Where are you at?” A minute passes and then a flicker of light appears rising out of the grass. It was like a drop of the sun had risen up with...