Artwork by: Will Swanson

Roseau Community School

Art Teacher and Supervisor:

Mary Vatnsdal

When I see birches bend to left and right, across the lines of straighter darker trees.

I like to think some boy's been swinging them. But swinging doesn't bend them down to stay.

Ice-storms do that. Often you must have seen them loaded with ice a sunny winter morning after a rain. They click upon themselves as the breeze rises, and turn many colored, as the stir cracks and crazes their enamel. Soon the sun's warmth makes them shed crystal shells.

Shattering and avalanching on the snow-crust. Such...