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Waking up to birds chirping,
With a dew on the grass,
And a mist in the air.
Taking a deep breath
And Smiling.
The tall trees,
Blue sky,
And white fluffy clouds
Give you a sense of belonging.
Learning new things
In a whole new way.
Experiencing it first hand.
Tramping through the woods
And to waterfalls,
Learning about the soil,
Rocks,
And legends.
All this happens at M.O.S.
So pack your stuff,
And get ready
For a time you won't want to miss.
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Hike to Hemlock Falls
We took a hike
Back in the woods
To Hemlock Falls.
I knew we would.
The water was flowing
Clear as glass.
It sparkled, it shined,
Great pictures flooded my mind.
We stayed for a while,
We watched it fall,
It was beauty in nature,
That was all.
The memories will last
Longer than memory can remember..
-- Eryn Hennessey
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You enter the bus,
Excitement is high,
And the trip begins,
Under blue sky.
Now what lies ahead,
Is nothing but fun,
You learn by doing,
And have a job to get done.
The classes are great,
You'll learn something new,
You try each skill out,
And have good memories when you're through.
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The bus pulls in,
To a new kind of School,
Mohican,
Where the outdoors is the key tool.
With your tribe you have classes,
You sleep in a dorm,
Each meal you sit with your table mates,
and appreciate those who filled out each form.
At the end of your stay,
You say good-bye,
And you all leave,
With a big sigh.
---Kaileigh Calhoun |