Monday, June 26, 2017

A Great Opening of Shakespeare On The Green 2017

Over 3,000 people joined us for the opening weekend of 
Shakespeare On The Green and the weather was awesome!

After grabbing seats and food, audiences were treated to a performance of 

Brittany Proia as Goneril, Chloe Armao as Regan

Brittany Proia as Goneril, V Craig Heidenreich as Lear, Chloe Armao as Regan

John Hardy as Gloucester, Sarah Carlson-Brown as Edgar

We're gearing up now for the second week when we're excited to 
be presenting The Merry Wives of Windsor.  

Expect twists, turns, and hilarity as Falstaff tries to seduce two wealthy 
wives and win their husbands' fortunes.

The Merry Wives of Windsor runs Thursday (June 30th) through Sunday (July 2nd). 

And if you missed the first week of King Lear, don't fret.  
King Lear will be back next week, starting with a special one-time-only 
after-dark event: Late Night Lear.  

We'll be showing the same great play, but completely in darkness!
And leading up to the show, we're partnering with Big Canvas to bring 
stand-up and improv comedy to the Green for the first time.  

Grab a pizza, kettle corn, and visit our beer garden sponsored by 
Brickway Brewery OR take in the full experience by donating to make 
Late Night Lear a reality and get great perks including 
VIP seating, gifts, and food & drink packages.

Thursday, June 29 - Sunday, July 2

Wednesday, July 5th

Thursday, July 6th

Friday, July 7th

Saturday, July 8th

Sunday, July 9th

Visit for more information. 
Make sure to get to the Green!  

Friday, June 23, 2017

Monday, June 12, 2017

Congratulations to the winners of the 2017 Anne Dittrick Sonnet-Writing Contest

Middle School Division Winner:

Colors of Life
By Emma Kanne
Grade 8
Gretna Middle School
Teacher: Lori A. Wewel

Everyone grows up unmasking new things
Tis’ something that you will want to achieve
You learn that nature has a lot to bring.
Amazing things that you will soon unweave

You seek that all the green leaves late in fall
Change colors and flutter to the hard ground
‘Oft the bright orange rays in the sunset call
Upon the faraway stars all around.

But what if’t be true, everything was gray?
No vivid tone nature sets right in place
No rise of the sun marking a new day
No sparkling snowfalls of the stars in space

In order to obtain the color back,
People joyous will make life glow through black.

High School Division Winner:

A Watercolor Horizon
By Hannah Manoj
Grade 12
Papillion LaVista High School
Teacher: Carly Sire

A deep blue sea below a painted sky,
The melted cobalt glass oasis stands.
With em’rald palm trees that appear to fly,
And detailed castles made of velvet sands.

The golden yellow brushstrokes stain the base.
And pumpkin orange that creates a glow;
With blushing rose cascading through the space,
A subtle lilac stream begins to flow.

And tangy salt that coats the tranquil shores;
A thousand waves, they hit the jagged stones.
With strangled cries, the waves release their roars.
The tides wage war, relinquish shattered bones.

At last, the flaming sun completes its dive.
Now charcoal black and silver moon will thrive.

Adult Division Winner:

By Diane Coffin
Omaha, NE

For some who love, love takes them unaware:
They meet, they speak, agree or disagree,
Find common ground, or find no ground where they’re
United both -- and neither see the rising of the sea.

For them, the tide arises without note.
The tide surprises both with dampened feet,
Then foaming calves, wet knees, wet thighs, no boat
In sight to lift them out, and no retreat.

With sodden hearts they sense a passion new,
With raining eyes they view the other’s face,
A face well-known yet strangely changed. How true                 
It seems, how swift the thrill, how full of grace!

The sand beneath them shifts; they tumble down.
In love’s sweet surge they sink and gladly drown.

Honorable Mentions:

By Christopher Malkasyan
Grade 7
St. Gregory Hovsepian School
Mr. Shahé Mankerian

Hello, my dearest and my loving dove.
I have come to see you, my bell flower.
You fly off to wonderland, my prized love,
But you leave me by the very hour.

However, the gorgeous feathers you hold,
I cannot believe how well and merry
You’ve become in my heart of solid gold.
I love the way you soar, but I worry.

If I’m alone, I’m lost, what will I be?
No one will sing a melody with me.
I cannot chirp and sing without a bee.
So please, do not be afraid and go flee!

I’m a good person, ma’am, with a good tone too!
All I wish is too sing a song with you.

Love of Soccer
By Alexander Mnatsakanian
Grade 6
St. Gregory Hovsepian School
Mr. Shahé Mankerian

There is a sport I love. On grass, I play.
I kick the white ball. ""What a goal, Hurray!""
With the ball at my feet, dribbling away.
I tackle, I fake, I slide like a sleigh.

The only destructive part about it
I get hit in the head. My concussion
Takes me to bed. I feel dead in a pit.
I start having a weird conversation.

Even though it is bad, I still love you;
I've so many Nike branded shin guards.
I have many cleats, maybe one or two.
Every day I play like Jesse Lingard.

It's like I found love from a treasure chest.
I play the game soccer; it is the best.

By Taylor Wagner
Grade 12
Ralston High School
Teacher Jeff Lacey

Unceasing thoughts roll through me day and night
Ideas crashing, roaring, in my head
And yet it seems impossible to write
Embarrassing- paper not touched by lead

An alphabet of twenty six letters
And endless combinations to be made
This must be easy for the go-getters
I see their words so beautifully displayed

How do I give a meaning to my words
Self expression- not a talent of mine
When will thoughts fly out of my mouth like birds
Instead of catching in my throat like twine

Away with tragic fear of being wrong
My words are magic, genuine, and strong

Reach the Light
By Kevin Gomez-Franco
Grade 12
Ralston High School
Teacher Jeff Lacy

If I could only touch the shining sun
Compelling energy within my hands,
This power that will make me fly and run
To go discover the awaited lands

To find that home where I can live and last
Become the one immortal and supreme
And not be alone like I was in the past
To dominate and rule beyond the dream

If I could only reach the shining light
And feel the glorious flame of heat that burns
The moon and I would dance all night
Before the sun comes back, and I return

I might then die, and live no more
And leave no sign of what I was before

The Last Plantagenet
By Robert Ferdinand
Minneapolis, MN

In August, at late Summer's teeming height,
The last Plantagenet rode forth one day
Defying Fortune, rising to the fight
And risking all in battle's bloodied fray.

He stood resolved, which course he must pursue
To stem the sham of Richmond's royal claim
A final thrust could see the battle through
To ride straight for The Tudor was his aim.

Surrounded by the pride of England's might
With heart set high he charged the foe pell-mell
Within the deepest folds of battle's fright
King Richard strove: he sought, he fought, he fell.

A King he lived and died, without regret-
On Bosworth Field the Sun in Splendor set.

Sonnet on Lost Love
By Ruth Li
Logan, Utah

In dim recesses of entangled thought
Oft I chastise myself for spinning sin
I am compelled to let free strands I sought
To forget the beloved I cannot win!

A maddened voice then whispers to my ear:
“Be not lost in thy dreams and fantasies
The fragments that fade with each passing year
Entwined in golden threads of memories.”

Yet strands of sorrow stroke my softened soul
To tear the threads inflicts a wound of pain.
What would I give to mend the parts toward whole?
Our limbs were once enjoined as though ‘twere twain.

The farther fate’s false strings fray us apart
The closer am I wedded to thy heart.