4th Hour
One Day
By McKenzie Nix
Maybe one day time will stop,
Or the world changes completely,
Or maybe we have endless time,
And the world will stay the same,
One day our lives could change
Completely, or they could stay
The same; Live and love life,
Because maybe one day it won’t
Be like today.
Volleyball Tournaments
by Victoria Johnson
Time to wake up
sun yet to be visible
first game is at 7.
Pack your bag;
pair of shoes
knee pads, don’t forget
your jersey.
I’m ready to play.
Get warmed up.
Let the adrenaline
kick in. Whistle blows.
“Captains?” Who will serve first?
They serve.
Perfect pass, setter
sets. I fly through
the air contacting
the ball and swinging fast
to get the kill. A whole day
of this.
Waking Up
by Wyatt Johnstun
The slow transition
to consciousness
lay at rest
until your stomach stirs
you out.
smell the eggs
over the fire
in the middle of the wilderness.
What I Like
by Macy Peters
Hearing the hum of the boat engine
and the splashing
of the waves
while you’re gripping onto
the handles of the tube
or else you’ll fall off. When you do
fall off, laughing
so hard that your muscles go weak and
you can’t pull yourself
back up. Tasting the cold lake
water in your mouth. Smelling
the lake water and the smell
of the boat engine. People on the boat
laughing at you as they drive
the boat back to get you.
On the Mound
by Gabe Carlson
On a field, so fine
chalked white ready to go
step on that so
familiar mound
begin my windup
just like a machine
over and over
again and again
pause for a moment
begin to uncoil
red stitches fly
destined for the leather
like a sharp knife
a white blur
cuts the corner.
This Moment
by Camryn Hagen
Lake of the Woods
at noon
everyone gets into their boats
and takes off.
Sunshine and placid water
are all you need
for a day at the lake.
Birds flying, pelicans laying.
Restaurants get ready
for a busy afternoon.
This Moment
by Jordan Wyer
Grandma’s kitchen.
It smells of leftover dinner
and Christmas treats.
Hugs are given
and good-byes are said.
Jada runs to the glass
door
forgets its closed.
She’ll laugh later.
We all will.
Reading
by Jordan Wyer
Choose an adventure
it doesn’t matter which
Visit Harry Potter
watch him catch the snitch.
Beware of Lord of the Rings
Gandoff and Boromir die.
It is a sad story
they leave the survivor to cry.
Feel the paper brush your skin.
Close it for the night.
Visit the heroes tomorrow
watch them make it right.
This Moment
by Levi Gumeringer
The sun is setting behind me
I sit on the coolie
waiting for something to stir.
Gun loaded in hand
waiting.
Then a coyote runs past
I hurry to raise my gun.
It stops.
I aim the scope at it, right above and behind the front leg.
I pull the trigger.
This moment.
This Moment
Kendra Jolicoeur
In this moment, it was captured by my smile
your giggle, and scrunched up nose
and this is our happiness.
The red fluff blanket wrapped around me
the Polaroid film captured us together
your arms holding me and my pink cheeks
in this moment
this is us
this is love.
Cruise
by Dylan Maki
Joyful laughter followed by the ding of a car door
rattling of the keys and then the hum of the engine.
Radio blaring with red faces from singing too loud.
The soft twinkle of the stars above us
as we cruise down a long smooth road
the warmth from the heater
as we try to heat our cold blue fingers.
Not a moment of silence as red turns to green.
Taking a Walk at Midnight
by Liam Constante
Taking a walk at midnight
down a worn out path
it leads to nowhere
for me it leads to peace.
The crunch of dry leaves
the chirp of small crickets
the music I listen to
as I walk down the old
path that leads to nowhere.
The Beautiful Violet Sky
by Liam Constante
The beautiful violet sky
is starting to go dull.
The warm breeze of a day
becomes bitter and stone cold.
Things take a sharp turn
when someone special
leaves your perfect life.
My Truck
by Micah Krahn
Clean white Chevy
Smell of black ice
My own mobile home
My private studio
The Boss cruising through my bones
Drake’s soothing words make me forget.
The roar of the engine.
Taking me anywhere I want.
4th Down
by Jonah Provance
Its fourth down
Fourth and Ten.
Not going to risk it.
Coach calls out for the punt team.
That’s me.
I run to coach and my teammates.
We get in position.
My hands are sweaty and shaking.
I pound my chest and helmet
down.
I get ready to run.
Heart is on fire, mind is on ice.
I want blood.
Set
The center snaps the ball
I charge
I run past my blocker
I hear nothing
I feel nothing
I see red.
The Warrior catches the ball. I hit him.
This Moment
by Karina Fredrickson
An overcast sky
overly gray.
A single girl
in red rain boots
splashes into a puddle
right off the sidewalk.
Raindrops racing down from the sky and down
the girl’s baby blue umbrella.
The curls of her long
brunette hair are stretched
to the limits before
they will bounce back.
Adventuring
by Jon C.
We saved all spring
for a trip to nowhere
and everywhere.
Just my dad and me
as at the start
of summer we could
hop in his old blue
pick up truck and leave.
It was a warm
sunny day. Lawns
were fresh cut and smelled new.
The truck rumbling along
the highway to here
to eat some food
to there to sit in the shade.
We traveled all day, town to town
just to see places.
We stayed in a cool hotel room
with soft blankets.
The next day we headed out again
without a goal
just going with the wind.
Running in the Woods
by Ellie Nelson
Your footsteps pounding against the hardened soil
the fresh scent of pine needles, the feel
of the noisy needles cracking under your feet.
The quick beats of your heart humming along
to the sound of birds bringing food to their young.
The air full of plants and animals living along the trail.
Iridescent sunlight peaking through the trees, as f to say
hello. Trickling water coming from a nearby lake.
The trail becomes your home, which you never sigh to leave.
It slowly nestles its way into your heart.
