Hannah

She knows what's been around, an unbroken sky, leaves a naked mound, a rose broken tree, when others fly, she makes her great leap, a kid from our town, she promises to try, to break all her bounds, although born and weaned, and raised by signs, she misses yellow fields, now she dances on the brow, city lights bring pure delight , away from cattle sounds, but her homely dream, still demands a reasons why, little ones and fireside scenes, make her want to cry.

Gabriella

You shouldn’t spit, in this house of spirits, Oceans dance on your lips, be like someone at home, whose bones are in bits, all laughter sealed in domes, you’ll engage or quit, taken to your limit, that tourniquet really twists, bolstered by unending hope, even love becomes visible, happiness is the climbing rope, tides turn at every instant, escape on a cargo ship, cry in the middle distance, never one to mope, watch the sea glimmer, not yet alone, the moon your silhouette.

Georgie

What keeps you moving, a crescent moon at Easter, a sail that fits a groove, an arc of scurried waves, why you want to flee, do they know your trade, your flight to water, by troubled season, by map or distant slaughter, while you keep the morning star, and look to the sea, consider us from afar, your love of freedom, guarantees no sweetness, a sky to dance upon, you sing of truth, this island's a prison, light the carribean, lce pirate's linen.

Greta

Who will tend our bones, listening to the rain, does a river run alone, let our song ring, on suburban trains, birds we hear sing, herring gulls that soar, we maybe see again, hear their eerie moans, their cry a broken thing, these September days, driving before the sea, swore we’d never go, just to count our gains, birds already know, struggling with everything, they always find a way, drain summer’s softening, before autumn stays .

Frederica

What's wrong with dreaming, let horizons redeem, your love of the sea, like luck or a number, brightens your features, when other stuff crumbles, time for you to seize, don't wait for a reason, one fine green evening, see it in your slumbers, splash out and believe have a little fun, life is always a tease, so help yourself get free, forget moments of panic, water is not encumbered, it embraces everything, look at it and wonder, waves surround your feet.

Freya

The security of hope, stretches out in lovely ways, I know I’ll always cope, I'll go home soon, in a sun that slays, all the pockmarked yellow stone, down the New York slopes, I can feel its rays, splice Brooklyn ropes. the cool evening due, is when debt are paid, no one's surprised or snoops, do my parents know, how I pray, indifferent stars unfold, clouds chase like schooners, burdened with quotas of praise I’m not made to atone, to wonder at my gains.

Eva

Can you love me, your eyes like fireflies, in the way you sing, look at me, I whisper, they dance like satyrs, say what you think, make me believe, like two summers gone by, this Sunday by the sea, two lives by the river, a thousand nights, when you quivered, dancing on the beach, exploring all you like, laughing at my creed, will you want to live, here and wonder why, this side of the Ocean, our poles side by side ?