It is Like This
By Shaylin Kartes
At band camp it is like this–
Warm air makes us crave water
Set up, run it one more time
Practice until your face feels numb
Bright sunlight bounces off of the instruments
And makes you blind
Chapped lips, sweaty hands
Collapse on the ground at break
Laugh and play
Work and grow
Come as single strangers
Leave your all on that field
About face, forward march
Rock-n-roll, back march
All week, give it your all
No more single strangers
Now we’re family.
by Shaylin Kartes
Piano sounds like heaven on earth
Like a thousand angels singing in harmony
Like a flute playing a lullaby
Like a storm raging in the sky
Like a stream bubbling over the rocks
Like the wind whistling through the trees
Like a mother singing her son to sleep.
Like someone is blowing
down a glass tube
Like you put your head out
the window of a moving car
Like whispers in your ear.
by Hunter Ziska
It sounds like someone running across
the floor when you are in the basement.
Like the screen door slamming. Like a car
door shutting. The stirrup hitting the fence.
Like a young kid hitting a tree with a stick.
I love to hear the sound of my horses
running in the wind.
by Torie Petersen
Your car sounds like a woodpecker on a tree
Like horses running in a race
Like a professional tap dancer
20 crash symbols dropped in midair
all at the same time.
by Hannah Nelson
My alarm clock sounds like 1,000 cans dropping
Like someone is screaming in my face
Like six twelve year old girls talking
Like a car running into a building.
by Erik W.
A piccolo sounds like a siren starting to die.
It is like a pitch that shatters glass.
It sounds like someone getting a rock dropped on their foot.
It is like a banshee cry.
It Was Like This
by Mike Losse
Sitting around the campfire, conversing and talking
camper doors creaking, while people are dashing in
and out. Kids fishing off docks
reeling walleye out of the water.
It is a building, but it is something more
by Kyle Bliss
It is a building, but it is something more.
The church bells ring, the people sing, it is a building
but it is something more.
The pastor preaches, the gospel he teaches,
It is a building but it is something more.
The hymns ring in my ear, we sing for all to hear
it is building but it is something more.
It Was Like This
As a boy came downstairs
no banister did he grab
a loud horn sounded as soon
as the sun was high in the bright blue sky.
Trains run through town
day in and day out
the movement of the train
shook the house slowly.
The boy stood still as stone
not wanting to slip on the wooden floor.
Then move again when a voice
good moving little brother.
It Was Like This
by Keegen Sampson
Chatting of the parents
Toys scattered on the floor
Children laughing, children crying
The house rumbling with running
No place to sit on the couch.
And now, no squeak of a mouse.
The memories are faded and forgotten
The house is dim and dying.
Names are mixed and unfixed.
She’s being fed.
And now, she’s dead.
A voice that sings softly to me,
It’s like pushing a spoon
through rich chocolate.
It’s like a soft whisper
in the wind at dusk.
It’s like a bird singing it’s morning tunes.
Like the smell of dark coffee beans.
Like the purr of a cat on your stomach.
It feels like heaven.
A voice that keeps me warm.
Lake Havasu City, AZ
by Ryden Jacobson
A place that’s always warm
The definition of a dream town
Boating with your buddies
And catching big waves
Chocolate ice cream
melting on the sidewalk
Helicopters high in the sky.
The Sound of 45 Pound Plates Clanging Together
by Hunter R.
They sound like fast gong hits.
Like dropping a metal bowl on the ground.
Like hitting hollow bats together.
They sound like victory.
by McKayla Christianson
but its raining.
Under a canoe we are sitting.
The lake is still.
First one knock
Now it sounds like thunder.
Staying dry, as we sit under.