Featuring writing from Emma Waling, Hunter Nelson, Ashley Watts, and Alexa Kihle, in Ms. Olsen’s 5th hour class.
By Emma Waling
Chill out on the couch
Maybe shut your eyes
Don’t think because
You don’t need to
Just rest and do nothing
Don’t move or create
Strain in your muscles
Relax. Its peaceful
Where you are.
By Hunter Nelson
Such a great feeling
Fills you up inside
Makes you feel good
Makes me feel at home.
By Ashley Watts
Trees. Tall trees, short trees, trees.
Some have cones, some have leaves.
Towering above the house, or cowering
And hiding among others.
Animals. The horses, dogs, cats, birds
Of all kinds are communicating with others of
Doing their own thing. Tagging along on walks
Down the driveway on Sundays.
Wind. Wind for flying kites as a child.
Wind carrying the smell of dew
In the morning &
The smell of freshly cut grass
In the afternoon.
Picnic tables. Carrying plates of hotdogs
And burgers from the grill.
Prayer and faith. Whispers of praise float
Up from the grass and trees and from that
Picnic table when we say grace.
Memories. Looking back at every footprint
That was ever made there. Generations
Of children, grandchildren and even great
Grandchildren who’ve grownup on this farm.
Home. The small 3-bedroom home where
My mom was raised and where I was raised.
The house perfectly placed in a field
Surrounded by trees. Small but big enough
To fit a million memories.
By Alexa Kihle
Her beauty is known
Her upbeat style shines
Her eyes sparkle in the moonlight
Her noise can be heard
Her head is held higher than the stars
Her charcoal black coat radiates her beauty
Her hooves click, click, click when she trots
Her mane blows in the summer wind
Her tail swishes at my presence
Her nicker fills my ears with warmth
Her heart yearns for adventure
Her head bobbles as she watches me
She’s my world
And I’m her everything.