05/04/2025
Where are the Maxes?
Griffon statues have been hidden across our campus...Go find the Maxes.
Griffon #1- I boast a crown of white and purple hues, My branches
reach, but bear no fruit for you. Though rooted deep, I sway in
gentle breeze, And bloom in spring, then shed my flowery ease.
Griffon #2- I have a face, but no eyes to see, A voice, but utter no
decree. My hands move constantly, yet touch nothing real, Marking
the passage of time, a silent appeal. I stand tall, a sentinel of stone,
My heart beats only when the hours are shown.
Griffon #3- I have no function, serve no need, Yet hold a space where
thoughts take seed. My form defies the laws of weight, A frozen
gesture, sealed by fate. I am not born of brush or pen, but forged in
steel, or shaped by men. My beauty lies in what& #39;s unseen, A silent
story, stark and keen.
Griffon #4-I house iron, but possess no blood. Sweat is my currency,
but I earn no bread. Champions are forged within my walls, yet I
hold no crowns. My silence echoes with the clang of progress, but I
speak no words.
Griffon #5- I left a footprint, but not in the sand. My small step
echoed across a silent land, a land untouched by any human hand
before. Though millions watched, my voice was barely more than a
whisper, carried on waves of static, a momentous utterance, yet
forever bound to a single, simple phrase.
Griffon #6- I have many voices, but no lungs to breathe. I can be
harmonious or chaotic, soft or loud, but possess no mouth to speak.
I create waves, but am not the ocean. I evoke emotion, but have no
heart.
Griffon #7- I am a ritual, dark and warm, a daily balm. Born of bean
and water chase away the night's embrace. Though simple
in my origin, I fuel ambitions yet to begin. My aroma, a fragrant
cloud, speaks of comfort, strong and proud. But I am more than just
a drink, a social gathering, a friendly wink.
Griffon #8- I house celestial spheres, yet possess no atmosphere. I
mimic the cosmos, yet contain no star. My constellations shift, but
only by design. My vastness is confined, my distances defined.
Griffon #9- I possess the vastness of the deep, yet am contained within
a shallow frame. My tides are miniature, my currents slow and
tame. I mirror skies, both stormy and serene, but hold no life
beyond the microscopic scene.
Griffon #10- I stand on a crag, a guardian of stone, With eagle& #39;s keen
gaze and a lion’s fierce groan. Though I breathe no fire, and my
wings cannot soar, My lineage is ancient, a legend of yore. My heart
is of granite, my eyes hold the sun, but I& #39;ve never known life, only
ages outrun.
