Writing From the road, Roseau Minnesota

4th  Hour’s Writing

This week, I’m in Roseau,Minnesota (ten miles south of the Canadian border)writing with the sophomores at Roseau High School. I will be featuring their words here. Enjoy.  This is also the week the farmers burn their fields and bullfrogs start singing.

 

Milk, by Cat
by Wyatt Johnson

Me, quickly lapping
Intensely focused on
Lactose–
Katherine’s name for it.
Daydream
by Dylan Maki

Daylight
Adventures
Youth
Drifting away
Rebelling
Embarking
Adoring
Magic.

 

Relaxed
by Jordan Wyer

Homework is finally done

opened curtains reveal the sun.

Having a simple lunch.

Sandwich and chips, not too much.

Bought a new game

I enjoy it and my sister’s the same.

Mom says, “let her win.”

To me that’s a gaming sin.

Its the best day ever.

Would I change it? Never.

 

Happiness
Alex Verbout

Happiness is true.

Happiness is real.

We look for happiness

it is not impossible

we make it impossible.

 

Happiness can’t be forced upon

happiness is a natural beauty

we all look for natural beauty

it is not impossible

we make it impossible.

 

Happiness exists among everyone.

Happiness exists around everything.

 

 

The Farm
by Levi Gumeringer

The farm my dad grew up on. It has a nostalgic feeling every time I think about it. The scent of hay, the cows grazing in the fields and the dogs running out, playing in the yard. I love the feeling of being small, yet totally free that I only get from the high Rockies of North Dakota. But anything from the vast fields to the red buildings on the property, nothing compares to the sign my grandpa painted on a satellite dish, Ed B. Gumeringer and Sons.

 

Fire
by Levi Gumeringer

Fierce
Intense
Roaring
Encompassing
all in its path.

 

Chaos
by Karina Fredrickson

Careless
Haste
Appearing
Over
Serene
feelings.

 

Jacob
by Jonah Provance

Nephew. Always smiling, always happy.

His jovial screams echo through our house.

chasing the dog, pounding the piano

never does darkness corrupt his sunshine.

we love him so much, and he loves us too.

But this is not his home.

He doesn’t know better, its best this way.

He thinks not about his missing parents.

He sees them through the screen, so bittersweet.

For some months, for some years, he will stay here.

But this is not his home.

 

Home
by Kendra Jolicoeur

I like my name, but not being lonely.

You’re always on the road, and I’m always alone.

I’m doing it all on my own, and I don’t know why.

Everything she does takes a toll on my life.

When they told me, it was bi-polar 2

I couldn’t believe it was true.

I’m tired of the anger, I lack in pride.

I know she loves me, I know she tries.

But sometimes I fell like I’d be better off

without it.

 

Sleep
by Micah Krahn

 

Sleep the day away

dream away to a different place

wake to the same place.

 

Sleep put the day away

take the day’s pain away

dream to a place faraway.

 

Fire
by Jon Cauble

Free
Intense
Red
Elegant.

 

Mine
by Jenna Yon

Me, myself and I
I’m responsible for my own happiness.
Never depend on anyone else, before yourself
Except moms, they are the greatest.

 

Walking Past
by Gabe Carlson

Walking past the swaying trees

in the middle of nowhere

I find peace and comfort

as I climb through brush

in the outskirts

of isolation

the birds chirp, leaves rustle.

 

Music
by Liam Constante

Motivates
Us
Soothes
Inner
Chaos.

 

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