Young Writers Society

Lylaaaaaaas. This is where we're going to write. I'm going to try to be the best partner you've ever had. With that said, I'll start us out.

Part One

We stood on the hillside -
a seaward bay cut
from the blue of the deep,
watched the roiling clouds roll over the Maine coast.
This is where you said
we do not fear storms,
no.

but rather we fear
what men have told us
of rain and roaring wind.