Greetings, Inkwell readers! We’re so excited to present our final issue of the semester, “Legacy,” next Friday, April 19. But first, we’d like to give you a sneak peek: Lindsey Mohnacky’s poem, “Lessons Rejected.”

Do you remember being a teenager and thinking you knew everything about life? When your elders tried to give you advice, did you scoff at their old-fashioned ideals or behind-the-times beliefs? “It’s different,” you might have thought. “They wouldn’t—couldn’t—understand me or what I’m going through.”

Upon entering adulthood, maybe you began to notice your younger peers going down the same rocky paths you did. Maybe you tried to give them advice, and maybe they shut you down just like you used to all those years ago. “But it’s really not different at all,” you might think. “I understand completely!” Why, generation after generation, do we reject the wisdom of those who have come before us?

In her poem, Lindsey compares the advice of elders to wisps in the wind, like dandelion seeds set adrift by a breath. But will the seeds take root, or will they be trampled underfoot, or will they continue to float on by altogether?

We hope you enjoy Lindsey’s poem, and be sure to check back next Friday, April 19, for the full edition of “Legacy.”

Lessons Rejected
White wisps carried by the wind, Float uncharted trajectories, Waiting to be released back To the ground below–– Where wish-makers continue to blow. Lessons I’ve learned, Courage I’ve sought, Carried to those seeking–– Those grasping to the hope Of one last wish. The wisps plant themselves, Watered …