3rd 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

 

Red
by Beth Landin
Red, like the sun,

bright and shiny

just blinding.
Then red like Kool-aid

sugary sweet summertime

drink.

Then red like blood

warm and thick

steadily moving. A sense

of alarm,  yet satisfaction

intrigue, interest, longing.

The red like an apple crisp and tart.

Apples have a strong core in the middle–

why can’t my home?

 

Family
by Mya Hough

Forgive or forget
Above and beyond the highs
Memories alone
In above the sky
Love grows
Yes I love my family the most.

 

Sleep
by Mackenzie Olson

Smooth
Lullaby
Evening
Enchanted
Peace.

 

Star
by Sofia Lisell

Significant
Terrestrial
Amid other
Real things.

 

Cats
by Haley Omdahl

 

Nonchalant and bored

I saw in the distance

a horde of fur and

(fluff?)puff. They were cats

who were just a timid

purring heap

on the river of dirt(the gravel road).

I look further and notice

a kitten

ready to pounce

on a lone rock that had

strayed from the rest.

 

Food
by Tyler Haugen

Filling
Outstanding
Oven
Delicious.

 

Best
by Blaize Hagen

Being
Ever
So
True
to yourself.

 

Safety
by Brooke Reed
Not everyone has this

yet some throw it away

to opt for the danger side

its not for me.

stepping out of my comfort zone

to leave safety, yet

its not for me.

I’ve seen consequences

to take risks

its not for me.

I once took a risk

I fell too hard

maybe one day

wings will spread like a butterfly

but for now

its not for me.

There was a loved one

I held her dearly

the mother before now

she was my teacher

she was a doer

its not for me

this tragedy taught me

its now my routine

staying on the safe side

being in peace

it is for me.