Student Publishing Program ::

Emily W.

Second Home

This is like a home to me,

The cold air that makes me warm inside

The retched smell that has become normal to me,

In fact, I like it, a lot.

This is where I grew up,

My friends were made,

And memories began.

Acquiring patience

For that slow boring zamboni to get off

And not getting frustrated

When the home bench door sticks

Causing my jersey to get caught

And rip bigger and bigger.

This is a big part of my life,

Where lessons were learned

Where sweat, pain and tears were shed.

More than could ever be imagined.

I will remember this place forever

Because this hockey rink is my home.

[TABLE OF CONTENTS, LHS CLASS OF 2012 EDITION]