Gatsby

• Sienna Spencer, Grade 12
• Poetry
• 2022

Beyond the bay I see
A green light that shines upon thee
It's reminder of the girl over there
With the most beautiful golden hair

But if only I could foresee
The danger waiting for me
And though my hair may now never turn grey
At least I had my chance with the girl across the bay

And people may not remember my name
Only that the parties will never be the same
For it might perhaps be
No longer will you hear the name Gatsby.