She sits at the window
As if she can find the answer to life from the window
But the window holds nothing but the view
The view of fields spread over the hills like a quilt
The view of mountains, sticking into the sky like a comb
The view of a tree, whose leaves blow in the wind
The view holds many scenes
But she does not want a view
She wants an answer
And she turns away from the window.


-Emma N. Koenker
Spring 1995,
Freshman English Class,
University Laboratory High School